we sat there
twenty-nine past midnight
and i was infatuated
by the thought of you

the waves crashed
and you were looking out
onto the never ending body of water

the tides were changing
and your eyes were like
an ocean of innocence
but shuttered and sunken
all at the same time

the stars that night were like
the constellation of your thoughts
yet so complex

the glint of the moon
highlighted the creases on your forehead
looking almost as if you were in search of words
or thoughts
or something

though never managing to find
what it was you were looking for

you were fixated
on the ebb and flow of the water
on the motion of the ocean

but all this time
i was looking at you.

Reiko K, Grade 11, Regular Contributor

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