Rainbows and Sunshine

and what of all that sniveling lurking beneath the well placed smile stuffed deep inside a most convenient cough each time that out stretched hand finds itself politely extended. what if I told you I could hear the minutia, understood the coded context of each deliberate word uttered when you thought no one was paying attention to the details. don't you know it's always in the details he went to such great lengths to say she didn't really care, yet, it's been at least twenty five years if a day. to the man with the weekly lunch date scribbled on his planner in something meaner than pencil coming around, regardless. I've seen his type before watched from a distance listened intently. blinded by the details he thought he'd left behind, without a clue. there are always clues as for me I'd rather know love, real love. love without limits an all encompassing love for a lifetime. rainbows and sunshine, his and mine...