It's not often that I write on a whim
that I blow off real work to ponder life,
yet I write so today, because today
I realized that if I hadn't gone up there,
up to the balcony
I would have never met him--a great chance to speak words
which I cannot speak every day.
What a lovely accent he has, how it reminds me
of places far away
Much like another boy I once knew--
and will know again.
Yes, I am certain of it,
because just now, a breeze came through the window.
A lovely breeze from far away
which ruffled my hair
and made me remember
that he's still there.
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