For Isabelle.
Iz, I already miss you. Please don't go.
~~
He took to consideration
of those brilliant insights
but did not quite u n d e r s t a n d
what she really meant.
As
if
words
were
i n j e c t e d
within
his
system
and
straightaway
e v a p o r a t e d
like
perspiration.
Although
f o r h e r,
he will
f a t h o m
them
all.
His fingers traipsed
g i n g e r l y
along
the hundreds and thousands of
viridiscence
{foreign
and
dubious}
- & -
he felt
his lips move
so s u b t l y
that he
d o u b t e d
YOU ARE READING
Lucky
Puisi❝ He got too curious so she finally reveals what makes it so special. ❞ © nate k. 2014
