03.09.2016, 23:33:51

You are the afternoon barista asking for her name.
You are purple streaks of life, sitting on a red train.
You are a fierce smile in the mountains of last week.
You are soft-spoken words on a Thursday night.
You are the first to greet others with a big, bear hug.
You are talent, and smart and creativity-unlimited.
You are wild hair,
And beating heart.
Purposely alive.

So tell me how
The “right” thing to do,
Is squint my eyes;
And point
You out from the
Crowd of all the others
Walking around?

It can’t be done.
I simply won’t.
Who said
Love makes lists
Of those who
Must be
“Fixed”?
-cv.

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