What if I wrote You a Poem?
What if I said: I notice when your arm bumps into mine. When this happens, the grey gravel sidewalk drifts into bokeh, along with the bodies and chatter of the street. What if I said: The tomatoes I saw reminded me of you. And I only said it to see if you'd react a certain way. And you did. You looked at me for a moment, I kept my eyes on the menu. I should have caught your eyes then, maybe they would have said something you wouldn't. I should have said all these things.















