She showed up late today. I thought she wouldn't come back again.
Day after day I look upon the face of a guy, yet the crossed legs of a woman.
Which was it? I heard her name today. It was a neutral name, no clues.
She spoke, a guys voice, right? Or a deep girls voice. I don't know which.
Time to leave. Why am I wasting time with talking anymore? All ears are walls. I set a goal and it's done, yet the gulls keep picking at the big boy next until it bares the talons.
As I made my way home thinking about the tragedy of a laughless life, I saw her leaving the bathroom area.
I missed which room she came from.
As luck would have it, she was behind me as she went home. "Thanks bro" I think I heard her say, as I held the door open and she sped past.
I certainly smelled perfume.
