Popcorn

 They say her eyes are green 

But she likes to say they are hazel

Like the sun setting through the evergreen trees

Her hair like a bright morning

When when sun has just risen

She’s always happy

I know that’s what they think

She wouldn’t hurt a fly 

That, too

Sometimes they don’t think

That it’s hard for me too

That I don’t always want to be the nice

If I could paint the sky in the hues of colors I feel when I look at you,

The sky would no longer be just one color.

If I could write in words how much I love you,

Life is made of the unanswerables

Because they are everywhere

Because everything we know has a root cause

And every root cause has another

Until there is no cause,

There just is

"Why do we exist?"

Nobody can accept this answer

                            absolutely nobody

no matter how many times I tell them.

They will argue that