goose

it was a glorious, fleeting moment

when you came up the stairs

you were early.

I wasn’t even awake when you called.

you remind me of

iced coffee

and rain,

warm blankets

and long car rides.

to the untrained eye,

you are quiet-

reserved.

although tall,

you tuck yourself away.

twisted but soft,

the dark around you is not solid black,

curtained by shades of ebony,

like a shield,

you protect yourself.

but I see you

even with my blind eyes

my vision is keen

I see you.

in between bowls of cinnamon Life

and raspberry iced tea,

in between the line for Guitar Center,

and flying and falling on a swing,

I see your honey eyes

and I hear your laughter.

it would be simple to say

“you aren’t like others”

but that’s stupid.

and you aren’t simple,

but neither am I

it’s the distinct complexities

that create such a compliment

people like compliments,

getting them,

and people like to give, too

their opinions.

but you don’t care.

a type of whirlwind–

you do as you please

almost carelessly,

effortlessly.

a considerable middle finger

to everybody’s expectations.

but never truly carelessly.

you care.

every detail matters,

you pay attention

nothing goes unnoticed.

everything gets captured in your lens.

including me. 

every time caught in a downpour

every lyric screamed in a car ride

every smirk, every wink, every yawn.

you saw me.

it was a glorious, fleeting moment

when you kissed me good-bye 

you were early.

but I was awake, 

and I watched as the train took you away.

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