We all write those sweet, sweet words about that
him or her.

Each letter; a soft smile plays on your lips.

Between the spaces are the living, breathing and crinkled memories of that person.

Flitting in and out; peek-a-boo with you.

I wonder with wide-eyed curiosity which
flickers and edges
my eyelashes,
how does your him or him look like?

How do their lips crack a smile?

Where do their footsteps lead to?
Back to your door, I hope?

I will never quite know.

But one thing I do know with certainty,
my god,
they
are
beautiful.