It’s just like you to walk around mean streets all by yourself.
And when it’s raining outside it’s not like you to melt.
You liked it better when we were lost...that’s what you said.
It’s just like you. Just like you.
I’ve been hungry everywhere, and I’ve been sad.
It’s half good, half evil, and half bad.
But you’re the brightest thing I think I’ve ever had.
And all I did was wait (it seemed forever) for the blessing you gave.
It’s just like you to walk around touching everything.
And when it’s raining outside it’s just like you to sing.
You know most of my secrets, but you’re not saying anything.
It’s just like you. Just like you.
© Karen Harris, 2000