Took me a long time to
see for myself
how everything is
like clockwork.
How she sings
a random line
of a song, long
forgotten.
How he wipes his
forehead with
the back of his
soft hand.
How she smoothens a
notebook page first
with her hand before
writing on it.
How he closes
his eyes and
bobs his head
to rock music.
How she impulsively
hugs unknowing
people from
behind.
How he
beckons to his
friends with a
sudden nod.
How she blushes
and turns red
at the sound of
his infectious laugh.
How he blinks
and flashes
a grin at her
eccentricities.
How she feels
her heart
in her throat
when he walks past.
How he wonders
why the room lights
up when she
walks in.
Indeed, everything
is like clockwork.
-march 31, 2003-
-7:45 PM-
-pc-