Like the moon

This poem is about loving someone from afar, and is drawn from an experience I had in college.

The sound of her lives inside

my ear like the echo of a trumpet

playing in a small room,

and I do not blame her for the rapid beat

of my heart but instead follow

the sweet scent of her skin

from the classroom to the quad,

and wreathe my head with thoughts

of her two small hands,

gracefully delicate,

as artful as her smile,

and noon time songs are every mention of her

like the dandelions remind me of her,

like the moon,

my world revolves around her

and I pray to make mention of that

soon.