Today, I saw the girl of my life…
The music slowly faded and felt like wings,
The artist didn’t sing;
The drums didn’t bang
I couldn’t even search for an explanation on Bing.
But the song turned into a symphony,
So possessive, so lovely.
My soul held on and flew with each note,
Giving the tune 100% of its vote.
To fly it out of the train station,
By her side, to a vacation
Her hair;
Her curly hair
Swirls like the tip of ice cream,
After escaping the machine.
Like a child seeing ice cream, controlled focus was gone.
“Moma, I want some ice cream.”
She was wearing a “skater” hat, backwards
But everything about her was forwards
The straps in her book bag
Captured my attention, and my motion lagged.
Today, I saw the girl of my life…
The song that did not know of an end, forgot its rhythmic pattern
The music notes couldn’t bat their wings
My soul was lost in some Caribbean island resort
The kids held their ice cream, carelessly, in the humidity
The ice cream forgot it has to melt.
Today, I saw the girl of my life…
That afternoon, my breath parted
While my immobile body admired her from afar
As she walked, out of my life.
Sircharlesthepoet 