Ben Howard's voice comfortingly singing to my ears
His finger tips running on the strings
Steadily but gently
Wednesday afternoon
Your smiles, your looks, displaying one after one
The rhythm his fingers playing
Each word you've said
Running through my head without a pause
The breeze brushing the long hair
You've never touched
'I don't mind'
Once you said
Your message, simple and direct
Don't mind why this hair is saved
Don't mind if this hair is cut or kept
You think purely
You stare at 'me'
That pair of cleanly deeply meaningful eyes
Looking through clouds to the mind
Looking at me, but not just looking at me
Your exploration, your curiosity
Those eyes smile slightly
As it turns out,
This is the journey belonging to you
Me
Is your journey
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