connection by PistoCasero
Always (How Do I Know?)
Missed Connections from Portland
there is something
when you look into
someones eyes
when the space between
them
and
you
disappears
when that person haunts
your thoughts
and you think
shit this is a bad sign
You don’t even know them
but its like you’ve known each other
forever
it doesn’t matter
if its on the dance floor
or
through electrical circuits
either that or
I am a delusional poet
posting poetry to
broken hearts
lost lovers
and old friends
maybe my words inspire
someone to take a moment
and reach out to someone
then it doesn’t really matter anymore
does it?
or maybe the person I am writing to
is in love with love
and is looking for me in the posts
of others
and then finds me and doubts
themselves
or doubts me
as they should
any broken
poet
who’s in love with love
who’s forgotten
how to love themselves
I have nothing left to give except
a warm smile
I write knowing
I am but a connection away
all they need to do is
‘just call my name and I’ll be there’
Her Two Cents
It doesn’t matter where you stumble upon the words of a poem, when you find the one that speaks to you, speaks of you, the magic has already started its work. It doesn’t matter if the words weren’t written for you, it’s about the chain-reaction response between the eyes, the brain, the ears, and the heart.
