Through Your Notes

Wednesday

Wednesday

12.19 a.m.

I sketch you while you work.

I sketch how your hair falls in your eyes.

I sketch you when you flip your hair when it gets in your face.

I sketch how your hands hold onto trays to deliver dishes.

I sketch you when you smile at the customers.

I sketch you when you scribble the orders on the notepad.

I sketch you when you pluck the guitar.

I sketch you when you're deep in thoughts, trying to write songs.

I sketch how good looking you are.

I sketch You who see the crying behind my smiles.

And, I realised.

I am starting to like you.

You. Whom I met only on Saturday at midnight.