Notes About Town

Some people leave notes when they're unhappy.
Unhappy with a little thing that you did.

Some people leave notes when they see something inviting
and what to know if you would be in to it too.

Some people leave notes when their timing is off
and the people they sought are long gone.

Some people leave notes to carry on conversations
because trees are lovely to speak with, rocks and hills too.

Some people leave notes when they're happy with the service,
or mad, or surprised, or just really horny and curious
if you may be curious and awkward and really horny too.

Some people leave notes when they're too busy to talk
or at least too busy to use their time to talk to you.

Some people leave notes when they can't remember
to buy new laces for their shoes or garbage bags that ran out 2 days ago.

Some people leave notes to plan ahead because
doctors have an odd habit of making everything take 3 weeks.

Some people leave notes when they're bored
and too anxious to enjoy a few hours or days of sitting still.

Some people leave notes when they want you to change,
but don't want go through showing you how you hurt them.

Some people leave notes when adventure calls out of the blue
and your voicemail box is stuffed like a purse full of mothy scarves.

I leave notes that are often mistaken for passive aggression,
    but really
it is
that if
    I          were to
       try to
         talk          it out
   there            is a one in ten chance
I will not be able to          control my      emotions       well enough

so I leave notes to say hello and say goodbye and to high five,
to express what is beating inside my head and chest
and sometimes to spread a little gladness and,
most favorite of all, to make little games and buzz and leap and hug,
to grin ear to ear, to love and to rumble, to nuzzle and tumble,
most favorite of all; to play.