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
