Falling For You (A poem I wrote)

Setting the clocks forward
always leaves you in a sleepy funk
even though you’ve done it a million times.
Falling for you is like that,
yet it’s familiar
like that spot on my ceiling
where the paint is chipping
that I stare at as I fall asleep.

The world is full of details that aren’t meant to be seen
the first time you look.
Every day you notice something new.
Live a little more.
Falling for you is like that,
yet I feel I know you inside-out
like the rain-cloud-gray socks
I’ve had since I was ten.

In that instance when my foot misses the step.
During the few seconds before I sneeze.
For a moment before my dream from last night
slips from my memory
like sand through my fingers,
Forever exists.

Forever has nothing to do with the future
or imagining what it might be like.
Nothing to do with immortality.
Nothing to do with time
or fairy tales
with their happily-ever-afters.
Forever is like curling up in your bed
after a very long day.
Falling for you is like that.