Tacky, quirky love

     Blues. Oranges. Tacky whites all for a dance of
lighted shows. Funny the way those go hand in hand.

    Slowing down the flashes of blinking laughable
tears. Oh I must feel pity yet all I can do is ask inside
my head what is "dress up" to anyone? Then sadly
I laugh more.

   Well enough of the cynical choices in attire. Onward
I go into the splendid evening. The hopes that friends
enjoy a night out somewhere and that love is displayed
in conversations led in places.

  I really would enjoy to see smiles falling over their
eyes down to their cheeks. Spreading wide upon
their shaded lips. Yet I must just imagine it or hear
their joy whenever we speak next.

  So silently I sit observing the scenery. Not once
getting up to say anything. Hidden in a way just
doing my own thing. Laughing. Loving and hoping.

  So I prepare to extend my legs. Drawing them out
to go get my slices of good pizza. Yes not exactly the
healthly treat but it is a Mary treat.

   Perhaps tomorrow an good moment to shine.
Who knows.

   Dear friend enjoy every waking moment in love.
Take a long walk and be supportive of everything
your loved ones talk of. Hold still to that one memory
that makes you weep with such overwhelming joy.

  Can you remember such a memory as that? Do you
have more than one? Recall and share with the
one you hold dear.

  Now remember to laugh and shine. Be quirky and
kind. Hold tight and love always.