Not the Only One

by Jordan   Mar 9, 2015

She's a shapeshifter but
everytime she's near her form is clear;
there's fire in her eyes. A fixed, warm
stare it bounces back and forth for days
if only she knew. Feet clop pacing halls -

up and down fingers tapping walls
and a thought racing maelstrom
I can't get her out, she's a whirlwind
light speed swirling for days,
if only she knew. Opened my mouth once,

something funny slipped out;
said "you're not the only one,"
to which she replied:

thinking about you
for days".


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