it happens to be

the day we woke up
alone or was it perhaps together
it also happens to be
a real treat to speak and smile
with a friend about our lives
while we look around the room
and point out little hidden things
like shapes that make heartarrows
it happens to be
a day like none other
when i sang real loud and felt
that rush of no time back out
and kept my hands away from
seeking out bad truths
helping only my voice become louder