That one girl

Sparkling like glitter mixed in with the magic a rainbow in a puddle of oil holds on a childs attention. Floating as though gravity its self has lost its mind or given up all hope of fight.



A single moment passes as I watch as she walks past, and I find it hard not to stare. I imagine in my mind I've already gotten off the train, and that for no reason can I not just shout out that I think she is, one of thee most beautiful women I have seen.



I knew before I even saw her that she was there, and even once I saw her, all I could see was her hair. But I knew, oh yes, I could see through those walls, and if only I had better judgment of my own abilities, I'd of been smart to jump off the train then.



I could still see her smiling even after we'd passed, and though I knew I could get off and catch a train back, I knew just as well she wouldn't still be there smiling. I knew I had just lost my chance.



So as I watched her hair bobble with those cute little pig tails in the back, that wonderful orange hair that shine so beautiful. I thought about how I'd find this girl again, and what I might say when I did.



Bobbling so delicately but not with the wind, I swear I saw magic, like sparkles, take flight where she'd been. I know its not love this feeling be named, but perhaps its the feeling that still feels the same.