Not the girl you meet
Down at church or the local store
Not the girl you catch a glimpse of
Small twinkles in the iris-
Flashes of home
more of a 2 am blue
Visceral red lights
Chinatown
Buhwick laughter and red solo cups
More of a dark revel in the
Unknown
More of a midnight train into
Where you have not yet
Dared to roam.
More of a fleeting feeling, less of
A rooted tree.
More of the one
That almost was but wasn’t quite
More of a blurred 2 am night.
Not the one you take home-
More of the one you found
when lost
And forlorn.
Feb 21, 2022
Feb 21, 2022 at 9:06 PM UTC
Not the girl you meet
Down at church or the local store
Not the girl you catch a glimpse of
Small twinkles in the iris-
Flashes of home
more of a 2 am blue
Visceral red lights
Chinatown
Buhwick laughter and red solo cups
More of a dark revel in the
Unknown
More of a midnight train into
Where you have not yet
Dared to roam.
More of a fleeting feeling, less of
A rooted tree.
More of the one
That almost was but wasn’t quite
More of a blurred 2 am night.
Not the one you take home-
More of the one you found
when lost
And forlorn.
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