Wha-ha-hat

there is this girl
for some reason I seem to see her all over the place
hair a sweeping dark brown voice sweet and scratched

a whisper echoing through an old record player

she often sits poised open honest in a chair
intent upon her task and at the same time
her brown eyes flash glimpses of something far off

a final sigh right before the relaxation of sleep

I smile at her stare gawk try to find the words
but some things cannot be written for the reason
not that they should not but that they simply cannot

and she only flashes those brown eyes and laughs “wha-ha-hat?”

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