perfect weather

stand at the bus stop with my eyes closed to the wind
listen
think about you and me
three year olds shouldn't know yet how to frown

time machine back to when my world was all possibility
regrets, perhaps a few
but i'm not here now without them
make do with watching the kids i used to babysit grow up
semi-professional musical theatre is much more entertaining than this broken record
it's nice to be reminded
it's never too late to gesture toward someone you have let go

what can't be said, what doesn't it mean?
you will know i am back when i feel like dancing again