Popcorn

I balance on the ledge of my window, up 31 floors, back pressed firmly against the side. 

Sometimes, I will look below, and watch. 

And sometimes, it helps. 

It’s here-

Prepared or not, the time has come.

The apples tumble from trees

And land in the grass

That’s wet from fall rain.

The leaves float through the breeze,

We watch through the glass.

Wisps of long brown hair

escaping a orange knit hat

Honey brown eyes

Surrounded by black-rimmed glasses

Heart-shaped lips

Lightly covered in lip gloss

Cream sweater

Under a green puffy jacket

As the evenings got darker

And the days got colder

We became closer

As the leaves were whisked away

We began online school days

And became inseparable