late afternoon musings

it's not really a poem just a thought I had - it just looked stupid as a really run-on sentence.

I was sitting at the bus stop today, listening to a book. 

In the light at a good angle my hair looks brown, 

which it is

really it is

and for some reason

I thought of you. 

I thought of you 

and your eyes

and the way they look in the sun

on the bus at that perfect angle

like little galaxies torn through 

by a comet

and I'm sorry. 

Reviews

[s.r.knight]

I love this. It's so simple and you only popped in one little simile and overloaded the imagery (which was awesome)