I only meant to talk to you.

I only meant to talk to you,
not your clothes, your job or shoes.
but the machine inside that rattles and grooves
that makes you move
the way you do

to breathe in slow
to let it go
to exhale ... deeply
to let it flow

I only meant to talk to you,
not you're papers, and things you do
but things still hidden through and blue,
that make you hope
that love is true,

that waits for the sun
when rain clouds come
and dries the tears
too tired to run.

I only meant to talk to you,
to walk with you,
to be with you.