on the bench at 6th

kinda weird for the two us. always bump into each other. no plans whatsoever. just plain crossing of paths. and i like it. we get to see the view from the top. the floor is ours. and we scream our lungs out. it's funny seeing people on the street. and we laugh and smile. and then we sigh. but then we eventually walk back to where we came from and we'll soon fade into the growing crowd just in time when the bell rings. she's grown. but you weren't there to witness it.