Two is Company, Three’s a Crowd
(it doesn’t make sense but I like it anyway-couch written)
I look at him,
and I see the slight tilt of his lips,
the glimmer in his sun speckled eyes as he looks at her.
I watch as he shakes his head,
ruffling his hair for the third time.
I like this boy
I even like how he holds his pen,
flicks it like a weapon
attacking the page with cursive.
The words I want to say are ghosts in my throat
and they haunt my vocal chords,
mocking me.
Maybe I am his ghost.
I continue to watch as his feet tap on the floor in uneven beats,
how he looks away when she looks at him.
She is a sun,
unaware that there is a cool breeze in front of her.
I watch this weather from afar,
a spectator behind shades.
I watch as she reaches towards him,
I watch as he nervously steps away.
He likes her but he doesn’t want his cool
to be singed by her sunshine.
I watch as they turn their heads towards me,
seemingly aware of the stranger in the room.
For I know this boy,
but the boy knows me not.
PS:
I wrote it on the couch yesterday on paper first when I was in search of words and it originally began with the ghosts haunting the vocal chords.
Take that how you will!
-Rieko :)
