Stephan Accilien

Rookie (Brooklyn)


I stare at the calendar, waiting.
Waiting to see if she remembers me.
Pages fly away as the days progress.
Less pages,
more days since we haven't seen or heard from each other.
First sight of you was a soul awakening, a heart stopping, a deep breath taking moment.
You danced, I danced.
I stared, you glanced.
I envied, you laughed.

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