This is an ode
An ode written on a starry Thursday night
As I watch the stars play hide and seek..
With the dark clouds.
You see the clouds, I see the stars
And we play our games
Hiding to seek,
Seeking to hide..
In those silent seconds as the clouds waft,
You watch my nails
A whimsical look, in your face
Handsome, in the light and the dark..
The clouds are back, but I look at the stars
Then imagine the coat of polish,
The color you would have picked.
The color I'll wear for you to admire
The clouds distract me
And I pen down this ode
To the polish you never gave me..
To the unpicked nail polish,
Perhaps, hidden in the corner of a grocery store
Maybe, sitting in the light, of a beauty aisle
Frivolous, yet poignant