You sit next to me
Your profile peeking into my peripherals
I see the hole in the left knee of your jeans
The scuffs on your just beat-up enough Chucks

Take a deep breath
just to smell
clean laundry
Old Spice
and mystery

When you look away
I count your eyelashes
Memorize the wrinkles in your lips
Imagine if you turned and
caught me looking

Stop requested
You’re grabbing your bag
hopping off with
the right side of my heart

When I follow
you’re waiting, smiling
Our eyes meet
and I hope we get lost in the mall

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