Celina Bagchi '24
I have a deep innate love for
Petrichor and long walks on forested trails, for
The sound of your laughter in the morning and the smell of ground coffee beans, for
My lipstick stain on the side of your Diet Coke can, for
Neat handwriting that gets messier when you get excited, for
Stumbling out of fishnets at three in the morning after too much Aperol, for
The smell of rain on the pavement and the color of August trees, for
Counting freckles on your skin like stars in a pale sky, for
This fleeting feeling of youth, of girlhood, for
Black lacquered nails tangled in messy dark hair and
Warm almond honey eyes that only search for me
In every room they enter
I am nothing more than words falling from
Chapped lips that bear your kiss and someone else’s lipstick; I’m made of
Songs no one knows the words to anymore and magazine clippings from days long past; I see
Everything I could ever want in the way you smile and hear
Forever in the way you call my name; I’m
In love with strangers and all of my friends but mostly
I’m in love with you
And you will never know it, because you will always be
A dream on the inside of my eyelids, dancing in the
Ballroom of my mind.