You and me sat on a snow shovel.
Bit-lips split. We made millions pretending it never happened.
The Band-aid half-off, my eyes were full wet ‘cause we never learned how to play Doctor.
You’re a pretty snowflake in a lousy late October outfit,
Melting men without so much as a knock or three.
I’m my dappest dapper Dan in a suit I’ve worn a few times before, sure.
Tuesdays and Thursdays closing early so I don’t forget to not arrive late.
How often do you question the weather?
Wonder why the sky comes between you and me?
Have you ever asked for a favor after a rain storm?
The sawdust dullness.
When puddles aren't big
And nobody minds a little mud.
You hit the wind chimes just right,
With a pucker and a pout.
The niceness about pours outta them usually dry folks.
We were at once bored and born; ready to play with a store-bought sandbox.
You carried the toys and I kept the wind, a heaven-made match for spent summers.
Slap-happy and fixing for fistifcuffs, the air stifled giggles like bad-acting in a slasher flick.
I asked you what you ate for dinner on the eves of holidays and you looked at me like I dropped your popsicle in our beach again.
I couldn’t place the mania brewing.
A funneled mix of just-dried paint and bargain-bought canvas.
Silly stanchions, food-trucks of empty promises
Opening before me like a new trail under a big sky.
Then, woah, you flipped a smile so soon after, I couldn't help but rally.
And the trial turned inward to spirals of self-fulfillment
And you were my prophet with a two-for-one deal
Because I stood at your door behind the rains
And asked you to wait for the snow.