A February morning

Cold, 
but the sun is shining.

Much too early

and the carpark, empty.

Unlike my head, which has 

way too much going on. 

I look up

and there you both are. 

So beautiful, watching me.

We stare at each other,

frozen in time 
and reluctant to move on.

Are you as fascinated by me

as I am by you?

© the dishonest woman