i select a yellow spoon,
then slide into the bench across from him.
he picked a blue one,
the color of violets in the summertime.
i spoon a chocolate chip into my mouth
before meeting his eyes.
"so tell me," I begin.
he waits.
"who are you?"
he opens his mouth to begin to speak,
but i cut him off.
"the real you. who you are on rainy days and damp nights. who you are when only the moon can see.
that's who i wanna know."
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
