nothing more

i'd like nothing more than to tell you why i'm scared of the dark

i'd like nothing more

i'd like nothing more than to tell you why i smile while i cry

i'd like nothing more

i'd like nothing more to tell you why it hurts to see you frown

i'd like nothing more

i'd like nothing more than to tell you why i love you so much, why i hate it that you don't

i'd like nothing more.

nothing more, baby, nothing less. to tell you i care.

i'd like nothing more to tell you why i'm scared of the dark.

The apartment

"There's a good airflow"

The apartment listing headed.

Barb and Peter looked at the apartment.

 "Look at the industrial pipes- we love that." 

The realtor nodded and made notes.
"Remember the guy in the white suit?" said Barb. 

Peter winked. "this looks like his place.  Whatever happened to him? That crazy dog?" 

"That crazy wife!" interjected Barb.

Their laughs echoed in the soulless chamber. 

 On the market for only an hour, the place had had several visitors.  Most left with an apology and a quick hand shake. 

 Barb looked at her phone "Ah it's already 5", she said. 

Peter said "when are we supposed to be there?". 

Barb eyed the realtor, who was pacing the room with anxious intent.

 "5.30, but rules can be broken." 

 "I can't believe this place was put on the market", said Peter. 

"Rules can be broken"said Barb.  

The realtor pace again and opened a closet. 

There hung a white suit.  

"Look at her, " "Peter stated. 

"She wrote down what we said".  

Barb sighed. "Rules can be broken."

Standing

I stood and looked at the dour crowds, their smiles fake.

I stood and looked at the grins of liars, their laughter strained.

I stood and looked at secrets not kept, an audience disguised.

I stood and looked at faded reflections, of a beauty once beheld.

I stood and looked at guided tears, at clouded minds.

I stood and looked, I looked at me. And wondered.