She is hardly
a daffodil.
She is on
the A train.
What is there
to write,
if not for
the unknown?
Whether it will be
salmon, chicken
or lamb over rice
for dinner, they’ll see.
The flight number,
the destination,
they will see.
The baggy t-shirt
with stripes,
or the one from
little league 97’
—she’ll pack them
both just to see.
Will they take in
the sun or bask
in the dark?
How long will
he keep on
his mask?
Will they continue
to play this game
where she tells him
I love you
and he tells her
he doesn’t?
About the Creator
periwinkle_poet
Poems by a dark, sweet, and semi romantic Latina, all in one 😊 I'm finally sharing with you what I've been keeping to myself. I hope you enjoy!
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