I see you peep
And then retreat
Through the fluttering curtains at my window;
And then I hear you...
I hear you rustle,
As you move with the wind.
Are you trying to hide?
Are you trying to catch a glimpse of me,
Without being seen,
Like your friend at my window
Yesterday?
I feel the smile on my lips
As I leave my desk,
That holds a silver-framed picture
Of him.
Maybe I'll tell him about you
Maybe not...I think not.
I look out,
And there you are-
Unfamiliar-
And strangers though we are,
I seem to remember you,
From some random moment
Of disenchantment.
I see you soar today,
Fly free and soar high,
Yellow tail flapping in the wind;
The green smile on your face,
Has smudges from the fingers
Of the nine-year-old,
Whose hands are still sticky.
Not so disenchanted today, are we?
Do tell your other friends
To drop by.
