Perhaps
you could imagine
that
you have been on my mind
as of late
a slight plucking
of my second-to-lowest
heart string
you smirked,
you imagined that you were a musician
you bit the eraser on your pencil,
you imagined that you could conduct me
you stared deeply into me from across the room,
and you imagined the possibility of
"us"
a slightly louder plucking
of my second-to-highest
heart string
you diverted your attention to the window,
and you dismissed the thought of "us".
it was not right at that moment
but you feel differently
as of late
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 2:38 PM UTC
Perhaps
you could imagine
that
you have been on my mind
as of late
a slight plucking
of my second-to-lowest
heart string
you smirked,
you imagined that you were a musician
you bit the eraser on your pencil,
you imagined that you could conduct me
you stared deeply into me from across the room,
and you imagined the possibility of
"us"
a slightly louder plucking
of my second-to-highest
heart string
you diverted your attention to the window,
and you dismissed the thought of "us".
it was not right at that moment
but you feel differently
as of late
the third poem inspired by Yoko Ono's "Grapefruit" for my poetry class
