You...

I remember her smile, Madam Practice, infectious It ate away at your soul, Seeing her kiss you goodbye, As you alighted from her car, Your barbie bag and lunchbox You were so curious, so lively So adventurous, so a-Dora-ble Practice makes perfect indeed. I've listened to songs on love About stories for a thousand years Ten thousand lifetimes, and 9 sticks Not because I'm the 1 for you, Not because your figure is exquisitely In excess of one, figure 8 Not because it's your birthday, It's because I see three lifetimes On loop indefinitely, three a piece And in each, I fall for you in 2 Deeply, profoundly, irrevocably This is the third timeline The writer dreaming in ink And living in dreams Chasing your illusory visage Like smoke on the mirror You appear illusive here Left with the twinkle in your eyes The dimple on your left cheek Your daintly hands on my eyes Cheekily asking, "who's your bestie?" Faded tshirts hiding a heart hopeful Memories stir, of your eyes doleful In this life, we met but for a while A two week window of destiny And a lifetime of longing. Tossing coins in wells Wishing you well, Wherever, whenever you are... I miss you immensely