The symptoms of a girl
falling in love
are waking up early on an autumn Saturday
just because the sun is cradling her heart in the sky
filtering in her window
through golden leaves
Listening to Ingrid Michelson
while brushing her teeth
and thinking
maybe this would be our song someday
Pausing to write down her thoughts
even though she has but twenty minutes
to fix her hair
put clothes on
and start her day
She doesn't care
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