unspool and crystallize

the little random and spontaneous things

Month: June, 2016

7th of June

7th of June, Breakfast — Woke up single, alone with my book and egg benedict on the bedside table.

7th of June, 2 PM — You picked me up. I took shotgun and comfortably transformed into the quirky me on the passenger seat.

7th of June, Dinner — You held my hand as we waited for our order in a Japanese cuisine. Awkward chopsticks, substantial talks, and happy tummies.

7th of June, 8 PM — You asked, I answered. I became yours.

7th of June, Bedtime — Hugging my pillow and smiling sheepishly, I drift off to sleep; this time, taken.

Professional (in the far future)

People swarming towards the white hallways

A glint of sunlight play with a pair of circular specs

And that’s how I spot you;

And apparently you’ve marked me on, too.

Right foot, left foot.

Walking with your leather shoes on

White polo tucked in

Your sleeves folded a tad bit messily

Right foot, left foot.

Your white coat dangling lazily on your arm

Stethoscope locked around your neck

Yet temptation strikes me to tousle your unkempt hair

Right foot, left foot, right, left, right left

Our eyes meet, but we stand parallel

And never do we intersect

Your cocky smirk and my coy smile

Our tiny secret mornings no one knows.