About A Girl

She thinks too much and she listens too little.
And she tries.
I swear to God she tries.
Only 37 hours after Labor Day she wore white.
And she looked beautiful.
She doesn't care much for colors,
Unless it's red you're talking about.
She has no concept of space and time.
So she's almost always a bit late.
And a little too close.
But I wait for her.
And I hold on.
With her plaids and her polka dot poodle skirt.
Silly little things like melba snacks
Make her smile.
Like she makes me smile.
I never have to wait for that.
But I would.
She is monotone and she yells
Something about not yelling.
She thinks she makes sense.
And I think she does too.
Things are hard for her.
No, things are never easy.
But she tries.
I swear to God she tries.