I was always
an impatient kind of girl
casting impulsive glances
in supermarket lines
drawing you in
with my city-light eyes

you were always
a rebellious kind of boy
a grey eyed reader
of hearts and minds
sharp edged and bold
or so I'm told

crow black hair
an onyx wing
pulling me in
making it ring

colliding in corridors
stuck in a lift
on our gazelle legs
forever adrift