Unsweetened Thoughts

Her.

She was drawing today.

She was underneath the same tree,

furiously sketching in her book.

It was him.

She was drawing him.

A cigarette lazily 

touched

his lips.

His eyes,

heavy.

His posture,

hunched.

This was the first time she'd seen him,

it was her favorite memory of him.

She couldn't wait to finish the drawing

and show it to him.

If only she had the courage.

She was so wrapped up in her drawing

that she was oblivious to the world around her.

And that,

was his favorite thing about

her.

Luckily for him, 

she wouldn't notice his presence.

He was sitting far away from her

but close enough for him to see her.

He was watching her.

He knew he was being bit of a creep but,

he loved her. 

He wanted to watch the woman he loved.