I want to write about her
Brown hair curves in to meet under a soft chin
Wide, dark eyes pierce with calculated curiosity
A million and one half emotions take shape

They share the same intensity in their eyes
The same broad nose and wide mouthed smile
Sometimes aloof or unapologetically direct
I find myself in an undefined middleground  

I want to write about her
A tempest that springs up on an otherwise calm day
Demanding immediate attention
While I stand waiting on a silent shore

I walk a smudged black line
Hands out, exposed and uncertain
Palms tender and timid in their exploration  
As if to navigate a safe path forward

I want to write about her
The disquieting distance between us
A bruised space that beckons
For the company of two strangers