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 in
whoever / wherever
you are