Afternoon Surroundings

I peered down to what I was pretending to read.

Looking up, our eyes shook hands.

His pair looked away as if a sparkle caught it,

while mine lingered, starring still.

Butterflies assembled together like a puzzle.

There was as many of them in my gut as there were stars in the sky.

That was a fact.

I looked up once again, attempting to catch a smile possibly.

But he continued carrying on a sweet melody as he stroked the black and white keys.

Ballerinas drifted along with great grace and perfection to his song.

I watched, mesmerized by the stunning surroundings of such beautiful humans.

The dance pictured a story as the music spoke, narrating every word.

The only thing my body allowed me to do was sit and watch as

jealousy consumed me in one whole bite.

-#421