I can't place her face But vague recollections of her vibe A calm strength, serene and indomitable I sheepishly can't stop glancing at her reflection Hoping to god she doesn't know Im thinking about her Greedily, selfishly, I wonder if she, my primary, and my side piece would like each other As she stands to leave, curves and lines Sculpted by the masterful hands of balance Are accentuated, not concealed, by the draping folds of her sweatshirt And I feel a little closer to whole
