Blue Bubble

Slept in class behind her
Every day passed her
Should’ve asked her then

Dresses dogs, hip soundtracks
Snowshoes, black pants, lost track
Something about her since first sight
Left words on hold for years

There was coffee, there were shows
What would happen, they don’t know
Snow falls on the other side of screens
Seems like the type to know what he means

Dances well, hips and that
No shoes, those pants, snow hat
Somewhere, she’s seen more than one life
Writes words out, crystal clear

Stood right there beside her
Too loud to hear her
Should’ve asked her then