Golden

July 14 2022

The way her curls fall in her face.
The way she leans back when she laughs.
The way she can never sit still.
She thinks no one notices,
but I do.
Her energy in the bleak mountain dawning.
The authority her voice carries.
The way she can make anyone smile
without even trying.
The way her eyes
and her nose
scrunch up when she smiles.
The way she wears her cap sideways
"to look cool."
She looks cool.
The way she messes with
her thick golden hair
when she's bored.
The way she walks,
and talks,
and says people's names.

She's never said my name.
Does she know my name?
I don't think she knows my name.

-crushing

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