Pretty Things

Hello. 

I say hello to you in my head many times, every day.  You’re not here, you never are, but you occupy space in my brain.  So let me tell you what I would say if you listened:

“LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL” - What a lovely headline.

Pretty things.  So what if I like pretty things?  Pretty lies, so what if I like pretty lies?

From where you are, to where I am now, is its own galaxy.

Be a star and make it past your color TV.  This time will pass, and with it, will me, and all these pretty things.

(And don’t say you don’t notice them.)

I need to put my phone on vibrate for you.  I tried to dance with Britney Spears – I guess I’m getting on in years, because I just end up in tears.  It’s like Pinocchio, who becomes a boy, but just wants to turn back into a toy.

So my phone will be on vibrate for you, but call me anytime.  Call me in the morning, call me in the night, call me anytime you like.

The space is too vast, so my phone’s on vibrate.  For you.