I never noticed her,
But she was always there in the background
I remember the way that her father braided her hair
I remember seeing the flash of her bright green notebook for just a second
I never saw her right away
I saw her in the scenery of pictures
In her red skirt, the only one she owns
She always clapped the loudest for me

I never noticed her, but she was always there
She always left me something
A note on the wall,
Her face in a picture
Her notebook that she would never let me read
A text message the next morning;
Two words, and I never wrote back
One day, she drew me
She said she had nothing else to draw

I'm fascinated by her shadow
She is more like a gust of wind than a human being
It's like chasing after a balloon that I've let go of outside
I can't put a butterfly in a jar
But I can leave out an orange slice and let her hesitate
I can leave clues behind,
Something, just in case,
She doesn't see me.