i liked that when we stood,
you were only three inches ahead,
that i could reach your sight
if i just tiptoed instead.
you chuckled to yourself
when i dared to attempt it,
and your cheeks shone red
though you wouldn't admit it.
your apartment was a mirror
of who you were and weren't,
your essence flowed through rooms
of electric vanilla currents.
i saw who you were
through worn-out spines of books,
and the faces of your friends
framed high on shoved-in hooks.
it was still a question
why you welcomed me so easily,
but you sat by me, just inches,
as we shared a smile peacefully.
that night when we perched atop
your cold marble counter,
and found it was twelve am
after losing ourselves in banter.
wide was the smile
that haunted your lips,
and gold was your hair
that curled at the tips.
endearing was the deep
indention in your cheeks,
that appeared when you'd smile
or when you would speak.
light was the heart
that rested in my chest,
for once, in you,
i'd finally found rest.
because in strangers like you,
i felt peace and belonging,
only found by people
who don't know what they're wanting.
and i was a fleeting smile,
who's never caught and never stays,
never burdened by such troubles
of how much the world weighs.
you were a pinnacle in time
who never moved or thought to do so,
you only slightly budge
when troubles were at crescendo.
junie
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