And waited a few seconds for the door
To buzz, to see you walking down the hall
light-lipped and with a bandana in your hair.
Almost, through the curtains on your door,
Could I see you walk by boxes in the hall
And watched, as you lifted hand to hair
Like the last light of sunset was about to fall.
In just a few more seasons, we'll have a hall
To call ours, in which you'll touch your hair
While we hang photos from our life this fall.
The colors of your dress, when I turn to stare,
Will remind me of the many flavors of your hair
When we lounged at the park, leaves about to fall,
When there was nothing I could better do than stare,
Smiling last night, as I walked you up the hall.