Anonymous
High School
August/September 2024
She sits by the window, sunlight in her hair,
tracing the sky with a distant stare.
The world outside is a passing dream.
However, here, in this moment, she is all I see.
Her fingers tap softly, like rain on the glass,
lost in a rhythm that time can not surpass.
Does she even notice the space that we share?
Or know that I’m caught in her silent air?
The breeze plays a dance with her gentle sighs,
I catch the reflection of stars in her eyes.
If only I could reach the thoughts in her mind,
to see if there’s room for someone like me to find.
But for now, I sit quiet, my secret unshown.
Content in the glow of her world unknown.
For even a glimpse of her quiet grace,
is enough to light up the darkest of space.
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