the guy dressed in blue polo & cigarette smoke
From the corner of my eye, I see you
Sitting quietly by yourself,
breathing pollution into your lungs.
Legs crossed, de-cuatro style
the elbow supporting your nicotine-laden fingertips resting just above them
Non-chalantly yet with an ominous presence,
you sit there in-ironically-a bright blue polo.
Quietly looking into the distance,
your ever-smiling eyes gaze
at invisibility with such seriousness.
Confusion and deep-thought stealing
those sparkle in your eyes I've always admired.
All of it in a split-second
before walking away headed towards my own path
leaving words unspoken, actions undone
while you continue to smoke alone
and blanket yourself with the nicotine's warmth
Sitting quietly by yourself,
breathing pollution into your lungs.
Legs crossed, de-cuatro style
the elbow supporting your nicotine-laden fingertips resting just above them
Non-chalantly yet with an ominous presence,
you sit there in-ironically-a bright blue polo.
Quietly looking into the distance,
your ever-smiling eyes gaze
at invisibility with such seriousness.
Confusion and deep-thought stealing
those sparkle in your eyes I've always admired.
All of it in a split-second
before walking away headed towards my own path
leaving words unspoken, actions undone
while you continue to smoke alone
and blanket yourself with the nicotine's warmth