Love at First Laugh

Snow in Stowe,

Vermont.

Working on

a lift.

Red hair, brown eyes

alone.

A ski instructor

comes.

She is blonde,

with blue.

Teal hat, pink

glasses.

Her laugh is like a jolt.

No monster energy today.

Just awkward love that day.

I try to flirt,

but it's been so long.

It's all worth it,

when I hear her laugh.

I ask her to ride with me someday,

She says yes, inside I say "yay".

I cry on my way home,

listening to the Beatles.

I cry on my way to work tomorrow,

listening to the Beatles.

I cry in the car every day,

thinking of her, and listening to the Beatles.

I've never been so happy,

I've never cried so much.

I know I am crazy.

I know we just met.

But every Beatles song

is made for this feeling.

Snow in Salt Lake

City.

Working on

a (different) lift.

Red hair, brown eyes

not alone.