she will start acting like it. (for tony)

ben folds piano curls about in her ears and years of unknowing is reduced to a swelling growing stormy waves crach and tickle her into awakeness her stony heart in slumber yawns and stretches and then the flood which she cannot dam and these tears which pull forth common memories and simple features: illuminated now and tell her her own story paint a portrait of them anew and "Yes, YES! he IS for YOU" she stops tending to diapers and puzzle pieces and her cup of joe to just sit and Know and finds her self melted into a wild puddle of herself and wades through the joy he has endlessly provided her Always she considers repayment but sharply kills this thought like a song she is not in the right mood for it is not about that it is about chords of emotion she fearfully avoids playing for him and therefore muffles the beautiful chorus he bellows for her his love is all he is and all he has and childishly she tucks it away and murders it and her love for him all neat and contained and sporadically parcelled out to him as though it could run low or run dry ugh sigh during this one tiny moment this one tragically romantic melody her feelings seem to leak out of their bolted box and spill messily about herself and she does not have to decide a single thing choices are obsolete she IS the luckiest.