You laugh
It’s a little thing, but you made that smile for me
and for now I am glad
to sit here and endure this boredom
Because you’re here too
and I’ve never felt anything like this before
but everything and nothing makes sense
And all at once I know
I would stay here forever if I could
Sometimes driving makes me wonder
Sitting in a big tin box, travelling faster than a hare
Until I reach traffic and crawl along slower than a tortoise
We spend so, so much time
Moving from one place to another
Chamomile tea on a winter's day is
Comforting as a warm hug
Soothing as ointment on chapped skin
Steaming like the lazy trail of smoke from a chimney
Wonderful like a homemade thank you card
fitting in is rent, and it's due every day
paid in the basic clothes you wear
and in the people of which you smile and compliment
but more importantly in the people you don't
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