You and Me

You and Me

Like a favorite album,

we know the words

to our song,

first verse,

second date,

the chorus comes around

you begin to sing

and I say

“C’mon babe, 

let

it 

play.” 

These days

people meet 

in a hundred different ways,

online 

they subscribe 

to a profile pic disguise

hiding feeling 

from emotion

removing any ability 

to know who

they’re actually 

talking to.

I remember the first date 

I had after 30,

she looked like a police sketch

of a police sketch 

of herself,

a poster taken down

from a storefront window,

faded from the hands of time

youth long forgotten

looking nothing like her display of self.

Oh sorry, I was projecting,

sometimes I can’t help myself.

Truth is given

in the way we 

know how to give it,

to read one stanza 

is to know that part of my mind,

but you’ve been different;

Toto looked behind the curtain,

showed Dorothy and the other three,

they saw Oz

and I think you see me.

Do you remember that movie 

about the unsuspecting romance,

a rich woman

and a poor man,

the front of a boat,

he stood behind her,

you spread your arms,

“Never let go Jack.”

“I’m Dan,” I say.

We laugh

at another reference 

I couldn’t quite explain.

To see the forest for the trees

means art is writing,

telling a story

through personal exploration,

an explanation

of more than facts,

life 

without the possibility

of leaving.

To be alone in thought

is my strength,

to the Corinthians he wrote

to be strong

we first have to be weak;

a man behind a door,

a keyboard home,

but when you come over

the work is a trivial thing.

Let it play,

just listen,

we know the words

to Paul McCartney,

let it be

you and me

and we’ll see

what life will bring.