A sad, sad face

 I stood on the grass

And my shadow fell on a yellow flower

With a ladybug on its petals.

There was a marker in my hand

That I stole from someone's desk.

I stood on the grass

In the morning

When the sunlight makes the dew on the mead

Glitter like the ocean.

I stood on the grass

And forgot for a moment

That I was sitting there alone

With no socks

And a hole in my shoe.

I smiled at the flower

Like I was possessed,

And those passing by stared at me;

At the young man with frizzy hair

Who has lost his mind.

There was a man selling balloons to the children.

I called a little girl towards me.

“How do I look?”

I asked, smiling.

She took the marker from me

And drew something on the balloon

Before giving it to me.

There was a sad face on the balloon;

The lips turned downward.

I looked at it

And smiled even more.

It was pretty to look at.

So I took it home.

Now

I don’t know where I lost it.

A Date I Made Up In My Mind

I know I've told you nothing,

And I don’t know if you know I exist.

But I want you to know how I imagine things about you.

I close my eyes

And I see both of us in a restaurant,

With a violin in the background

And dim yellow lights,

Looking at the menu too much

To avoid each other's eyes.

I close my eyes 

And I see the gushiness on your cheeks

When you make eye contact 

Accidentally.

Then you keep making eye contact

Accidentally.

The steaming soup will come

And the pepper in the chicken will make me sneeze.

And I'll fidget for the knife

Awkwardly.

Then you’ll smile,

And feel embarrassed for doing so.

I’ll smile back

And feel embarrassed for doing so.

“Cute.”

You'll say without looking at my face.

And I’ll look at you

Trying so hard to not look at me,

And I’ll laugh,

And you'll laugh.

And we'll talk and talk

Until one of the waiters will have to tell us to quiet down.

And we'll talk and talk

And walk out with our hands around each other's shoulders.