Be There

I’ll be there,
just like you asked,
with love
on
the brain,
and with you
settled in my heart.
I’ll be there,
and without the chaos
of
dust
too busy to settle,
or a
sun too
prideful to
shut
everything down.
See,
I’ll be there
because my need
to
be with you
shifts
and permits me no
latitude
to
simply
be
here
without you.

M.C. Davis

Don’t Forget

Last year
we
danced like
no one
watched,
then
decided to fill
the
void
by singing
when the moment
focused
away
from
us.
We’re destined
for
greatness
you said,
stretching
our morning routine
to
a
new routine,
like
the time we
didn’t
forget what
brought us
here
in
the first
place,
and
just sat without
speaking
one
word.

M.C. Davis

If Only For One Night

This year,
solemn and weary,
the days
deter from
deciding quickly to
become
the things we
want
them to be.
They
linger,
and force
us
to watch
in disbelief
in
their ability to love
without
knowing
all
of
the facts.
See,
if only
for one night,
we
can
become like the
solemn
days,
then we’ll
just be right
where
we
belong.

M.C. Davis

An Afternoon

An afternoon
just gave
way
to a quiet
evening, nestled
in
between
a few
jazz notes,
that
have
decided
to
linger around
like
an
indecisive
autumn
fall
leaf.
Our afternoon
just
landed in
our
laps,
and we get to
dictate
to
the
sun how she
plans
to
groove
into
the sky.
She delicate
that
way.
See,
this afternoon
just
got better,
and
we got
better
just
by
standing
in
the way.

M.C. Davis