It's days like these
when the water ripples so enticingly
( even though I know it's still too cold )
and the sky is the perfect shade of
forget-me-never blue
and I just sit there
watching from a safe distance
because I'd hate to ruin your game
and up and lose myself.
I've got your down syndrome beat
playing capture the flag in my head
my shocking head of hair tilting to the side
and my eyes lighting up
because stars look closer,
when you're in an aeroplane.
So it only stands to reason
that the clouds can keep you from my mind
but I keep imagining you holding my hand