This black and white canvas, is turning into color, brush stroke after brush stroke. I don't want another or a masterpiece, all I want is for you to be with me.

My cheeks turn red, as our eyes meet. I look down and smile, wishing to be out of this seat. And be off somewhere with you. Making mischief and acting like kids.

Walking down the street, lost in thought and dragging my feet. When I looked up at the sun shining through the clouds and I think of your face. Thinking of your smile made me reflect a smile of my own.