a whole week passes before i see her again.
i hear her first, of course,
that squeak of her sunshine-colored sneakers,
and when i raise my head and meet her eyes
i exhale in relief
and realize that i've been holding my breath
this whole time,
just waiting for this moment
to arrive.
YOU ARE READING
supermarket flowers. ☼
Poetry{ in which a boy works in the floral department of a supermarket and falls for a girl who loves flowers } 3/31/17 - #66 in poetry co-author : @little_broken_bird
