technicolor

The face of the girl I'm in love with
looks over the fold in a newspaper at me
in my pyjamas
as I mournfully ponder my inadequacies,
things I could never be
and would have to be
for her to love me back.

Surreal.

..but strangely fitting,
now that I think about it;
I'm looking at her now the way I always do-
as one would when admiring a work of art,
behind the importance of a rope,

just too far away.

The girl I'm in love with,
my first love.

Her flawless features high shine through the dull print
and enhance the color quality of my life
in that same unique way her presence can,
from far above;

technicolor from this black and white.