This is half-truth that's almost unbearably cute and traditional. It started at the train station this morning.
(a poem)
Keiko wore black today
And I saw her in a different way
Her figure was more delicate
Her eyes more bright
And was it my imagination
Or did her hair catch more sunlight?
Keiko wore black today
Why it mattered, I couldn’t say
We share just enough language
I can show her my mind
But the language of my body
Divulged views of a new kind
Keiko wore black today
Our goodbyes went a different way
I passed up her cheek for her lips
I hope that was OK
But I can hardly be blamed
She was wearing black all day
Or maybe it was charcoal grey
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