K Poem J

she had the unassuming brilliance
and beauty of Audrey Hepburn,
and she kicked me in the heart right when
she walked into my double. 

she had...

Reckless abandon.
        Strands of hair.
              Strands of lost love. 
                   Nothing turns to something.
                         Then back to nothing.
                             So fly high before you die. 

I unfurl in the spring
and I do need to know your initials.

I need a buffer
to let you know
that not every poem
is about you.