Untitled ('I write down the things I like about you')

I write down the things I like about you;
Your hands
Your temper
Your chest and your neck.
I stop myself before I get too carried away.
I put the piece of torn paper in my pocket hoping maybe I'll forget it.
Forget it, forget it; I keep telling myself.
I catch my reflection, startled.
I do not see me.
I see a girl drowning in you.

Sophia Golovanevskaya (Western Australia)

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