What do you think when you see me?
Did you forget I existed and then am reminded?
Do you think of what could've been? Fantasize about my cherry lips on your collarbones. Think about my love for piano and image my nimble fingers running through your hair.
Do you take one glance and never think about it twice?
Do you acknowledge my beauty and then tap on to the next picture?
Do you stop and stare and create stories of what I am doing?
When I see you, I see everything (we could've been).
YOU ARE READING
Metamorphosis
Poetry"You do not cease to exist just because I wish you to." Started: 4/3/20 Finished: 8/20/20 My 6th poetry book.
