A 2020 October Contest Winner: Cowley Student

I think that we'll be in love.

I think I'm your missing sock,

last puzzle piece,

dollar at the park,

the beast to your beauty.

You think I'm the

creaking of your floor,

 bump in the dark,

 shiver up your spine.

I think that you're acting odd,

your eyes wide,

your frame shakes

your phone shatters.

You don't think that we're a matching pair,

that I'm a piece of your puzzle,

that I'm even worth a penny,

but you do think that

I'm a beast.

I think that you're wrong, so you

don't move,

don't speak,

don't breathe,

don't think.