love stops
outside my window
and i think of you
maybe love will look
like you this time around,
and maybe i’m just forever
hopeful in my romance
but i recognize the way
your eyes crinkle at the corners
when you smile just for me
and this love,
their hands feel the same
as yours brushing against mine
when i hold something
out to you
and if that thing were
my heart, pinned and framed
like a pretty, pretty moth
would that be the worst?
and maybe i’ll invite
love inside this time,
offer them some coffee
and muffins i just pulled
out of the toaster oven
maybe this love,
it will stay a while,
rest their weary body
and give me a chance
to prove myself
a worthy traveling companion
just one more time
and if not, well,
i’ll keep my curtains open
and the porchlight on
just the same
for the next time
love comes a callin’