girl
She looks.
She sees.
She writes.
She adjusts her glasses
And my heart skips a beat.
She wears earrings in the shape of roots.
The same as last week.
They remind me of earth
And I feel grounded.
Her hair stops at the base of her neck
And she is Japanese.
Lost in my thoughts,
I ponder our possible future.
Hand in hand, we walk through a park,
And sit on a bench, exchanging stories.
As she bend forward to pick up a pen,
Again my heart skips a beat.
I am breathless.
She sees.
She writes.
She adjusts her glasses
And my heart skips a beat.
She wears earrings in the shape of roots.
The same as last week.
They remind me of earth
And I feel grounded.
Her hair stops at the base of her neck
And she is Japanese.
Lost in my thoughts,
I ponder our possible future.
Hand in hand, we walk through a park,
And sit on a bench, exchanging stories.
As she bend forward to pick up a pen,
Again my heart skips a beat.
I am breathless.