You look like the kind of person that I could share silence with and I’ve been made a fool from reveling in this idealized mess ever since the day that we never met
Only saw a face, as it shifted through shadows at your kinetic pace, masked in a smile from this wistful summer glare, and intricate details that long to match your auburn hair
Neurons started firing, daydreams cascade and blend, my infatuation twists and bends into a proclamation of art that recycles upon waking up: my continuation of getting lost about whoever / wherever you are