September 21st, 2009
Knowing love like Chet Baker
Soft lights tender in my room. I lay on the sofa, half-earnestly trying to read a book on wisdom. So many dreams I should be chasing, but instead I stir the idle pot of tidiness to pass the time. Folded shirts and swept tatami, the rare evenings alone in both heart and body; the times I think about you thinking about me, or not…and how I’m only defined by my flaws and not finesse.
A cold glass with bourbon. Feathered tired hair and incense. Thankful for the time to think of us, for the chance to be thankful of thinking. Thankful for the chance to be flawed.
I get along without you very well
Of course, I do
Except when soft rains fall
And drip from leaves
Then I recall
The thrill of being sheltered in your arms
Of course, I do
But I get along without you very well
I’ve forgotten you just like I should
Of course, I have
Except to hear your name
Or someones laugh that is the same
But I’ve forgotten you just like I should
What a guy
What a fool am I
To think my breaking heart
Could kid the moon
What’s in store
Should I fall once more
No, it’s best that I stick to my tune
I get along without you very well
Of course, I do
Except perhaps in spring
But I should never think of spring
For that would surely break my heart in two
–Hoagy Carmichael
