it's the day of the word
patience, a tale
tell me again
without rounding down
without inside sound
saran wrap no cling
how frustrating
how provisional
patience comes free
attachment turns fling
some things are
not meant to stick forever
when the word of the day
speaks without me
holding on to it
foreboding listens
like chalk dust
the love in it
to love how you see
now forget me again
don't bother to worry
i'll remind you
then the microwave beeps
after all
love comes for free
by nature
with patience
believe me
