Why Am I the First to Know

The cold that hits when you step out of a hot shower Cappuchino
the pain when you hit a snowbank face first
the head pain when eating too much cold too fast

he said he doesn’t love you and he never did.
All those days and nights and moments
invested in a soul mate without a soul
Why are you telling me this
Why am I the first to know

the first touch of a warm towel.
The first waves of a roaring fire.
The first sip of a cappuccino.

I’m saying I love you and always will
but I’ve always been here
like a monument down the street
so you don’t see me, not really
Why am I the first to know

Let’s fall in love **
Why shouldn’t we fall in love?
Our hearts are made of it
Let’s take a chance, why be afraid of it?

it’s barely a touch from a floating feather
the sensation of sunlight breaking through the clouds
the fragrance of hot chocolate from another room

that musical you wanted to see, what was it?
I have tickets lower level, not too close
maybe dinner at that Italian restaurant
would you like to, would you
Why am I  the first to know?

** “Let’s Fall in Love” is a song written by Harold Arlen and Ted Koehler

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Why Am I the First to Know

Upon Leaving the Dark Forest of Fear the Princess Follows the Guidance of Her Heart Across a Sunny Field of Golden Wheat

The forgotten darling flaunts her tetrazine waysDark Forest and Field of Wheat
With clouds of retainable furze folding inward
She would like, of course to have a piece of pie
But that is not possible at least not here not now

Still, there is the heart to consider and its tempo
Crazy like an unsupported sine wave cutting
Into the edge of the sleep and rest she so needs
But it is the expectations that grab and hold

She has placed her hand against her breast
Feeling the weak almost forgotten heartbeat
It is sunshine and photographs she remembers
But it is endless days and nights she craves

Slowly gazing sullenly into purplegold fields
Where her hope wanders on the other side
Deep into the canyons she has heard of
To wander astray like a curious newborn

Her children will arrive then not searching
For her just knowing it will be the home
Where she will be resting with no hands
Reaching and demanding her sullen soul.

Upon Leaving the Dark Forest of Fear the Princess Follows the Guidance of Her Heart Across a Sunny Field of Golden Wheat