Below The Sky

Sidewalk stops, cracks.

Picking up a dandelion (a gentle puff)

she forms a kiss, exhales

taking one, transforming

into a billion.

She's been here, so it seems.

Her shoulders scrunch up toward her ears

Causing auburn to twirl widely in the wind.

Tunneled - where her thoughts funnel slowly

below her green eyes.

Cloudless skies above,

she's always wondering about

what he could be doing or where he's been.

She sits on a bench, feet swaying.

Weighing the options, leaning back.

To forfeit? Hold close continually.

Never been had, yet always wanted.

Not unnecessary though, more like a need.

Yearning to be someone's other than her own.

Her body casts a shadow, 

creating a pair that comes and goes with sunshine.

What she longs to be.

Handling it, seasons in a blur.

Real life and silhouette, just a glimpse, one transforming into a billion.

She forms a kiss, presses her lips down and pulls it in.

Feet swinging, still waiting, below the sky.