Out of all the places we could meet
out of all the words, you could say
A bathroom full of flushes
I finally say "hey"
Out of all the places we could meet
out of all the things you could do
at you first you stand there awkwardly
and the words do not seep through
Out of all the places, we could meet
after a long dreadful pause of you standing there
your presence and voice come alive
as our first conversation has finally been shared
YOU ARE READING
A Bliss of Blue
PoetryThese poems were made for you and only you S.L enjoy them forever
