These windows move
Far too fast
For me to notice
The heads now turned up
To the sky
Following the downbeat of your smile
Sliding over the legato of your laugh
Again, the sensation is unmistakeable
Of you, walking into a room
Beneath the stars of which you strive
To become
Heads, turned up to the sky
A marvel, you.
An enigma, it seems
The more i try to figure it out
The easier it seems to become
And yet farther away I am
I'm not overthinking anything
Until I get a second opinion
Which of course isn't an option
It's one of the reasons why
I pull away
Only a second opinion that I'll approve
Will serve as confirmation
Of what I already know
We've run out of time (not quite)
But somehow that makes it
All the more
Poetic
How tragic though,
You never seem to look at the clock
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