The Girl in the Back Corner
By Dominque Williams
I stare up at the girl who faces the window
Blankly staring at the rain that dots the other side
I can hear her music that continuously blares in her ears
She slowly takes her hand from under her chin
And looks at the bright screen behind me before picking me up and taking a sip
It feels like forever to me as I begin to study her face from a different perspective
The dark circles that hug her eyes tightly,
The little freckles that lightly spread over parts of her softly shaped face,
The patches of acne on her forehead and cheeks,
Her short, curled eyelashes,
Her long, untamed hair, pulled into a messy bun
I feel her soft, warm hands hold my sides and am at peace
But as quick as it started, it was gone
She sighed contentedly as she put me down
And left me with the heat of what was a drink and nothing else.