You (and me and you)
.
You are the girl in the window of the train
You are the girl who serves me food in the café
You are the girl I am dating’s best friend
You are the faintest touch of a dress
Against the back of my hand
You are the open window above my bed
You are the secret between us
That everyone knows
You are the late night phone call
You are the lips that kiss my eyes to sleep
You are the girl in the laundromat
Who doesn’t mind me staring
You are the hand that tugs at mine
When I want to stay
You are the photograph I cannot take
You are the girl, who, like me,
Doesn’t know what to say next
You are the love letter that
Doesn’t know where to begin
And now you are this clumsy poem
