Applause by Eli Oko

And the things they say about love echoed with every clap.
It’s unpredictable and cold even at its warmest
Held hostage in the only place she can’t grow daisies
Clap, Clap, Clap
It’s unfathomable even when explained, in detail
Its criss crosses and squiggly lines
Among the straight and narrow paths
Are like a paved path in a park among trees and green grass
It’s the bricks we put up around us, praying that others knock down
Love is the very reason we laugh and frown
Clap, Clap, Clap
It is expectations you recall at the very moment you experience disappointment
The things you think, during the things you actually say
How powerful it is when it’s reciprocated but mighty it proves to be when not
Have you ever known such a thing to be two in one
with the ability to build and break, simultaneously
Fix and destroy as a means to create balance
Forgiven and forgot
Love is a vicious cycle we all chase like dogs
After their own tails, after their own tales
Clap, Clap, Clap
Love is not a mistake
It’s not taken back or erased
Like the traces of love found on her skin
And in the blood that once flowed within
Love is not a mistake
It’s everything
It’s the emotions we hide behind – bright yellow faces, Green or yellow hearts, lips and a thumbs up
Enough of that love
The type you can eat and it nourishes you
smothered in dew
Clap, Clap, Clap
We keep because we care
And we never need a spare
Because love goes on
Yes it grows, and adapts
It goes from trivial to crucial
To “I want you” to “I need you”
And back
Applaud, this is eternal…
It exists before us and continues after us
Clap, Clap, Clap
They never see love
In it’s element
Skipping about the living room wondering what the first date will be like
Late nights up thinking what his family think
In love
Long work days daydreaming about the first family home
Endless hours staring into his eyes and feeling helplessly, alone
In love
They only care for the ending symphony
Truly the most loved
The lowered casket
The fresh daisies
And the engraved stone above an empty ditch
Reading “in loving memory”
The sprinkled dust mist
And the closed curtain swish
As they
Clap, Clap, Clap