I have become a nuisance to
the inevitable facts of you
and your kindness
So, you've dissipated
We have drifted and both gone
home for the evening
It was cold and black outside
and almost sounded hateful,
but it wasn't
Just drunk, thrilled, and desperate for madness
I didn't know where to go,
nor what to do,
so we met in the middle
and kissed and cuddled and murder our thoughts
so we could invite our feelings
But I'm nothing but bashful
You were everything and bold
We were nothing but together
and I'd cheers to that
I would cheers to all of the
new beginnings and often
to petty seeming occasions
A toast to the time I rode the 49 for the first time
Toast to matching socks again
To the stranger asleep on the bench in the morning
Cheers to this falling apart notebook
being held together by packing tape
I wanna know what you cheers to
so I can fall asleep thinking about it
So we can run through the misted night
amongst swarming owls
We can demand salvation and young independence
we never thought we had
In the end of it, we all smile anyway
We can laugh, catch our breath, and remain a nuisance
to the night that we
never want to end
~Tina Meeks
