Paper plane

It was always
hard to pin you down

Your footsteps
like a needle in a haystack.

With your arms
outstretched to the sky,

my world inevitably, fell
into yours

with the force of gravity, with a blink
of seasons.

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Honey lips

One last word
One last moment
you said

your breath painting
a spectrum of fireworks
in the dark, dark sky.

Your lips brushed
mine
like morning dew

with a hint of day
and the brilliance of
stars
of honey.

How could I?

She smiled and in seconds, my heart was stolen. She held her hand out to me, beaming from ear to ear.

She had the cutest gap-toothed smile. Brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and a thick fringe hung over her forehead. Giggling, she took small steps towards me.

“I’m sorry.” She said, her voice clear as a bell.

“Do you know why you’re saying sorry?” I interrogated her as I bent down to get a close up of her beautiful eyes.

“I pushed him. It’s not nice to do so. I will give him my cupcake so he feels better.”

I sighed and a flicker of a laugh escaped my lips. How could one stay angry at a grade school student? It was an impossible feat.