It is an eminent problem, my ability to love
a poem about love
I fell in love at 9:42 on a Tuesday.
I was walking to the platform,
the train was coming
And there she was
Short hair,
Long body,
Green eyes,
Tanned skin,
Brown bag,
Green skirt,
Smiling down at the novel
Held in her
Long, graceful fingers,
One hand reaches
Up
Up
Up,
To her delicate head,
Softly tucks a flyaway golden strand,
Of angels hair-
I swear .
she looks up
What is she looking at?
She holds out that same delicate hand,
Reaching,
Out,
Out ,
Out,
To another hand.
The train came.
I fell out of love at 9:45 on a Tuesday.
About the Creator
Leigh Schilling
My name is Leigh
I am a conundrum
I write to understand
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