The Performance of A Life

As I stand presently absent in the midst of concentrated confusion,
Listening to the chaos of poetry evolving in my brain
Looking out in awe of an ovation of an empty theatre
At the close of an Opera of One
My eyes observe the sea of vacant seats
That have been filled by people with more important things to do
An afterthought of what could have been
Maybe even what should have been
While performing in the here and now
But realizing that in the end
My perspective, my happiness, my LIFE
Are about my decisions, thoughts and dreams
And not those of the crowd.

She is...

She is perfect for me…..

When she walks into the room my entire being lights up

It’s not the new outfit she has on,

Or even the way her hair falls perfectly across her face.

It’s not her cute way of walking,

A confident strut mixed with an air of clumsiness.

Some people would say it’s her eyes,

Because they are so beautiful and sweet.

Others would say it’s her smile, which is contagious without a doubt.

My friends would claim it’s her personality,

Which could win over the most chilled of hearts.

But truth is these are all parts of what make her great,

But they are not why she is so perfect for me.

We are perfect because we get each other on every level,

Our humor, our love of music, our thoughts, even our choice in drinks.

She is everything I could ever want or need,

She is perfect for me,

But she belongs to him instead.