Lemon Seeds | A Collection Of Poetry

Patches***

I remember seeing her for the first time

I was sat on the bus- my car was in the shop

We were at a stop

I was alone, in clothes that probably looked a bit plain

Music playing in my head

My fingers tapping

She walked in

yellow hat

White shoes

Jean jacket

A dull green pair of jeans

From across the room it was almost obvious she spent her days in a coffee shop

She probably smelled of vanilla

And only spoke when she had something to say

But it seemed she was only that girl for that day

Because seventeen days later, there she was,

Pig tails

Not sitting, her hand on the rail running along the ceiling

She looked artsy, with her painted finger nails

Pink overalls

White shirt

Blue cap

Covered in splashes of what looked to be paint

But the ride came and went, as did her stop

And we let the day slip away as strangers do

Without one another

Two weeks later

baggy jeans, and a sweatshirt with a coffee stain on the left sleeve

Early Wednesday morning she's got her hair in a bun

She looks scared, like she's on the run

Wearing all black except for a grey cap

I tried to ignore it at first

And I excused my use of the bus as a way to reduce pollution and save money

Even though my car was fixed

I asked her name

She smiled and replied Quin

But Monday came

And when I called out her name

She didn't turn her head

By Thursday I sat down confused

In the back of the bus

Head down, wearing a frown

Hit my stop and shrugged on my pack

"I think you forgot these."

And I whirled around

White shoes

Colorful socks

Jeans

And a jacket covered in patches

I muttered a thanks, and she smiled, and for some reason she asked my name

I'm Kae

Nice to meet you Kae, I'm Sarah

and I left wondering

Where Quin started and Sarah ended

Maybe they were twins