Planned coincidence

A one-sided fantasy.

Every single morning
i stand underneath the cherry tree
and wait for hours
biting lip
fidgeting
playing with my hair
sighing my youth away

Just when I am about to leave
i see you.
jaw dropped
breath taken
thunder in my heart
and i make myself believe
it was fate to see you.

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

An impressive, sad poem. Bittersweet, maybe. The bitter fruit that is unrequited love? The imagery is sharp in few words and the emotions sharper. I think we can all see ourselves under that cherry tree. Nice work!

[Yahallo]

Thanks a lot, Robert!