Stream of consciousness

Photo by Jachan DeVol on Unsplash

I like the way those stones are laid,
the way you mirrored my smile
no words needed to know you.

I can see a tree; it makes the grass look like
a green leopard in the sun
and the stream’s looking clear

I don’t want this to end

Focus.
I can hear the click of a bike
I have a bike
I can fix bikes
I can’t fix you

Stop.
I like how the sun shines on the white stones.
i’m walking on them
like you walk over me

look.
I can see a tunnel.