When the Rain Starts to Pour

Then there are the days when you're sure you'd dissolve into a thousand homeless atoms if the clueless stranger
at the bus stop so much as brushed against your skin.
Days when you just won't be touched, held,
told of all things happy and head-bobbing.
Days when the three thirty sun you'd always loved
seems to bounce off your cells without a ghost of a shine.
When all you need is 'All I Need' (Oh look, funny)
and a crumpled bed sheet to swim under.
For every other day though, hyper huggy friends who
agree to laugh at your terrible jokes
help.
A lot. :)
This one's to you lot, for sticking around
through my blues and my banter,
for the head-patting and the street-singing, for looking my spasticness (there you go, that's not even a word. :| )  in the eye and going
'aww, she's toh the kid. Let her be',
all the while patiently feeding me little scraps of
Cheetos and wisewords.


Here's to loving you, the only way I know how,
losers.
Do stay. :)