On Meeting Him
I still remember that first day I met him.
Not saw him, or noticed him. No, the first time I met him.
We were both exiled for the confines of the classroom,
Me and you and Him.
I sat sandwiched between strangers,
Conversation still and frozen, stuck in the air.
Then you,
With your voice smooth and flowing broke the cold casing,
Shattering it into a million small pieces.
As your eyes lit up and illuminated the room,
I felt my awkwardness ebb away,
And float silently into the air,
leaving me open and bare.
Words were scrawled on the flat of your hand,
Hoping you wouldn't forget,
That fading tattoo of my feelings
As you walked away that day leaving me reeling,
In the strange sensations of my maimed heart,
I sat and wondered,
Who exactly you were.