Who needs baby blue eyes?

[shaggadelic12]

Today I sat
on a park bench
with a book
and an imagination.

I liked to imagine
that I was the author
and that I wrote
with the fervor
and tenacity
that swallowed
each word.

I liked to look up
at the water
and watch the sunlight
fall into the water
and shatter
on the tops of waves.

I liked to watch
my pale skin
soak ultraviolet rays
like a shriveled sponge
and bronze like a statue.

I liked to pretend
that I sat there with you
asleep on my shoulder,
with your caramel-brown eyes,
unsheltered from the sun,
opening every so often
with an unspoken greeting,
your beautiful smile.

I liked to wonder
if any day in my life
would ever be better
than here and now
until I decided
that it only could
if I wasn’t pretending.