Her gorgeous heart was blue, a simple line;
Her fingers felt so soft when held by mine
What trust, to place her heart where I could see
and yet, she didn’t place it there for me.
What trust to give her hand to me to feel
and when I saw her heart, her trust was real.
She let me hold her hand and trace her heart;
I felt mine skip a beat and then restart
because she drummed her fingers on my hand
then slipped away as if by some command
Her heart was finished shining in my gaze
and I had added nothing to her days
Her heart was soft; the line was drawn in blue
And in her heart were things that noone knew
for Courtney, at Cafe Panini, Enumclaw, WA