January 3, 2010
Her eyes darted back and forth
so quickly, as though
she was watching a tennis match.


Her eyes still bouncing,
still fixed on the page
as she lifted her head towards me,
until she finally managed to tear herself away.

She smiled as I sat down,
began telling me about
and Bigwig.

I watched her as she spoke,
growing as excited as a child
despite her age.

I reached out put my hand on hers.
She stopped mid-sentence.

Go ahead.

Then she did it again
That shy little smile
that reminds me of rain.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback