Blonde hair, blue eyes,
a gaze so sweet, so kind.

Me, the younger,
you, the older one,
yet shorter than I.

You fill me with warmth,
despite your age,
your eyes in mine will forever stay.

I never wanted to show it right,
what I felt inside,
I'm a good actress,
I hid the storm that raged within my mind.

Your hands
grasping a bass,
maybe an electric guitar,
I never spoke to you,
perhaps I did—those days feel far.

Over a year
and I still can't forget,
it's so strange,
so odd, all of this
that stirs in my chest.