the girl in the blue
coat walks by my porch every
day, and she smiles.
she smiles at me.
i have memorized her face,
her dimples, her perfectly straight
teeth, her light skin
with freckles, her green eyes
clouded with gold.
i want to reach out and touch
the soft blond locks of hair
that fall out of her braid as
she walks by.
she hums a tune in a sweet,
clear voice, and she carries her
juice box in her hand, a flower
in her bag as she twirls around.
every time she walks by,
she takes a sip of juice,
peach flavored.
sweet, i imagine.
she does not have a name,
at least not that i know of,
but i long to call her by it.
i long to let the butterflies
beating in my stomach free to
fly above her golden head.
i stare at her, the aching
in my chest almost sweet as
i hear her singing.
my fingers flex, fighting
the urge to reach for hers.
my eyes are glassy with tears
as i breath quickly, watching her
leave, my heart in her hands.
coat walks by my porch every
day, and she smiles.
she smiles at me.
i have memorized her face,
her dimples, her perfectly straight
teeth, her light skin
with freckles, her green eyes
clouded with gold.
i want to reach out and touch
the soft blond locks of hair
that fall out of her braid as
she walks by.
she hums a tune in a sweet,
clear voice, and she carries her
juice box in her hand, a flower
in her bag as she twirls around.
every time she walks by,
she takes a sip of juice,
peach flavored.
sweet, i imagine.
she does not have a name,
at least not that i know of,
but i long to call her by it.
i long to let the butterflies
beating in my stomach free to
fly above her golden head.
i stare at her, the aching
in my chest almost sweet as
i hear her singing.
my fingers flex, fighting
the urge to reach for hers.
my eyes are glassy with tears
as i breath quickly, watching her
leave, my heart in her hands.
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