Brushed hair, great smile
That is the beauty that sits next to me
Creative and always active
Laughs because she finds me funny

I hear an angel’s voice when her lips move
I see two glimmering stars on her face
Her coat surrounding the stars is smooth caramel, so rich
Gentle flames ignite when I’m close

I decide to meet her
Days filled with interesting conversations
Gravitational pulls act both ways
“Goodbyes” transform from words to hugs

Other things catch your eyes
You hold important things off too long
Conversations are taken for granted
Truth is smiles don’t always stay up for long

Ions later you open yourself
Only reaction is her subtle smile
What you hoped would follow
Is what could’ve been, because your bus never stopped at her station.