I was in love with her mind.
Her full lips shaped the quiet words that so rarely she spoke, but so often were filled with knowledge beyond her years;
She was how I imagined myself to be
Only smarter, fuller, with a smile more wary;
But I held the upper ground on empathetic comprehension;
I was unsure of why she was so cold
But she was my favourite colour
An Indigo Blue
That I would watch and wait to see bloom.
© 2018 Anna Rabinov