connection by PistoCasero

Always (How Do I Know?)
Missed Connections from Portland

there is something
when you look into
someones eyes

when the space between
them
and
you
disappears

when that person haunts
your thoughts
and you think
shit this is a bad sign

You don’t even know them
but its like you’ve known each other
forever

it doesn’t matter
if its on the dance floor
or
through electrical circuits

either that or
I am a delusional poet
posting poetry to
broken hearts
lost lovers
and old friends

maybe my words inspire
someone to take a moment
and reach out to someone

then it doesn’t really matter anymore
does it?

or maybe the person I am writing to
is in love with love
and is looking for me in the posts
of others
and then finds me and doubts
themselves

or doubts me
as they should
any broken
poet
who’s in love with love
who’s forgotten
how to love themselves

I have nothing left to give except
a warm smile

I write knowing
I am but a connection away
all they need to do is
‘just call my name and I’ll be there’

Her Two Cents

It doesn’t matter where you stumble upon the words of a poem, when you find the one that speaks to you, speaks of you, the magic has already started its work. It doesn’t matter if the words weren’t written for you, it’s about the chain-reaction response between the eyes, the brain, the ears, and the heart.