Wondering

In the library, I catch you staring

I watch you, watch me

You come over, ask, “Is it any good?”

Referring to the book in my hand.

Atlas Shrugged

I shrugged.

“Overrated,” I stated.

Dimples in your smile, like commas.

The book in your hand, same as the one in mine.

We laugh.

The librarian hisses.

I wonder about your kisses

Your favorite movies

If you like picnics under the stars

The sienna in your eyes, the gold flecks inside

Do you leave your socks on the floor?

What kind of kid were you at four?

If decades from now, will we look back on this day?

Your dislikes, fears, philosophy

Hoping you're feeling the same as me.