He sat against the park tree
Like everyday after three
He waited for something interesting
Something extraordinary
He found a flower wearing Doc Martins
And a crooked smile
Her eyes filled with wonder and melancholy
He could see she was unhappy
He took a picture
Admiring her actions in the photo
She had picked up the daisy
Instead of a rose
Her hands occupied a notebook
And a pen that seemed to be carefully taken care of
She seemed to look at the world
As if it would shatter if she fell too hard
She sat on a bench and began to write
He didn't know why, but he took another picture
YOU ARE READING
Iris and Asher
Puisi~It's so odd how people drift apart Like how people drift away From memories and photographs That always seem to stay and remain the same~ A short story on how opposites could try and attract
