I have been knotting and re-knotting my headphone string
For twenty seven minutes,
Trying to re-enact the exact contortion of your fingers interlaced with mine.
I have been staring into my coffee for eleven minutes,
Trying to find the exact shade of the brown of your eyes in it.
I have been glancing up at every stranger who passes me by,
Trying to see if any of them resembled you;
One had a jawline with the same sloping curve as yours.
I have been watching the grey skies outside the pane glass window,
Trying to find the cloud with the exact billowing contour
Your cigarette smoke made in the mornings.
I have been listening to the metal detector beeping,
Trying to recall the sound your alarm clock made, sitting on your bedside table,
Waking you up from a woozy dream.
——-
They have announced the boarding call for flight 207 at terminal 6.
I have a ticket in my hand
But I am glued to the seat,
The warmth of the person sitting before me still lingering.
Perhaps he had used the same cologne as you;
The smell was awfully familiar.
——-
I have not moved from my seat
For three hours and twenty three minutes.
I can feel the eyes of the security guard burning a hole through my back into my chest,
Trying to judge if I am a criminal or not.
I would be a criminal for you, love,
But it is too late
You were the one
Who stole
my heart
first.
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 12:40 PM UTC
I have been knotting and re-knotting my headphone string
For twenty seven minutes,
Trying to re-enact the exact contortion of your fingers interlaced with mine.
I have been staring into my coffee for eleven minutes,
Trying to find the exact shade of the brown of your eyes in it.
I have been glancing up at every stranger who passes me by,
Trying to see if any of them resembled you;
One had a jawline with the same sloping curve as yours.
I have been watching the grey skies outside the pane glass window,
Trying to find the cloud with the exact billowing contour
Your cigarette smoke made in the mornings.
I have been listening to the metal detector beeping,
Trying to recall the sound your alarm clock made, sitting on your bedside table,
Waking you up from a woozy dream.
——-
They have announced the boarding call for flight 207 at terminal 6.
I have a ticket in my hand
But I am glued to the seat,
The warmth of the person sitting before me still lingering.
Perhaps he had used the same cologne as you;
The smell was awfully familiar.
——-
I have not moved from my seat
For three hours and twenty three minutes.
I can feel the eyes of the security guard burning a hole through my back into my chest,
Trying to judge if I am a criminal or not.
I would be a criminal for you, love,
But it is too late
You were the one
Who stole
my heart
first.
