Words kidnapped me! BEWARE- VERY RANDOM!

There is a book of poems called "Good Poems For Hard Times"
I read the introduction to it in the book store one day and it has stuck with me.

My grandmother clips things out of the newspaper if they remind her of one of us.
Every once in a while we get these packages of oddly disconnected newspaper articles.
The only clue stringing them together is ourself. The odd mish and mangle of interests and talents which define us.

I would like to collect words. I would like to save them up in all their disconnectedness...
and one day, I would like to mail them off in all directions...
or read them aloud on rainy afternoons.
Perhaps we could drink tea
we could talk about the weather
about our lives

I always lose my words when Im around you

If you could take comfort from words
I would send them instead of coming to visit
Im an unqualified replacement for wisdom
I should take a summer class

I would collect introductions:
"hello
"bonjour"
"good day"
"Jon this is Cynthia...Cynthia meet Jon."
"nice shoes!"
"could you tell me the way to the bus stop?"

"Miserable day isn't it?"
"Yes, but I kind of like the rain actually." -'me too,' I think to myself (it reminds me of you)
"A good day for tea!"
"Yes...(an introduction)
"Tell me about your life"
He smiles. She smiles. I catch them smiling and I smile.

He wears a sweater and he smiles in the rain. I love him.
The fire crackles and the wind blows, but I only hear the story unfold
I'm collecting his words...do you think he will mind?