[perfect fit]

you were staring out an open window
arms folded gently on the sill,
staring up at something more
than words

and i watched you taking off

outside the storm is indecisive,
like a teenagegirlpoem- all,
he loves me
he loves me not

inside i reach to rest my hand
between your shoulder blades
somehow i know
it will be a perfect fit

before the fabric between fingertips
the turning of your face
startles and i look away
a look back to see you looking,

and i'm drowning in your eyes