Be cautious, high voltage.

Maybe rude

Maybe kind

Snap off without notice

Then act like everything’s fine

Sincere eyes tucked behind a wise grin

Never know if you’ll see them again

They’re rare like hitting the lottery

Fickled like catching the wind

Stepping out every so often

To feel the sand in-between loose toes

To laugh at past mistakes

To blow kisses out the car window

But they disappear with the arrival of snow

When the birds return

Love blooms with the scents of spring

And their ambitions soar on feathered wings

But until then be cautious


Love always, Esha <3