The brightness of the room had faded—that, or just my eyes were jaded—
Jaded like how I feel when my mind flips back to you,
And it does that quite often; I admit my heart does soften
After I have firstly hardened—every time, as though on cue.
I was rather conflicted for it wasn’t as predicted:
I had thought that maybe you’d appear and want to stay around.
I started to consider leaving as soon as I stopped believing
That both you and my hopelessly lost hopes could be found.
Making for the door, I swear—but then I saw you standing there
In the threshold with my lost hopes held out in your hand.
I stifled back a relieved sigh and made sure not to catch your eye—
Kicking myself for not being confident, as planned.
An hour uneventful passed; I struggled to make seconds last
But all for naught—you never so much as glanced in my way.
My heavy heart was sinking, and down with it went my thinking
That perhaps this wait for your love would conclude itself today.
I risked a peek in your direction, for I longed to see perfection;
You were packing up your things to go, I realized.
I mustered up my bravery, and before I could choose to flee,
I’d already looked into your forget-me-not blue eyes.
Somehow I managed talking instead of me merely gawking,
Yet such were my nerves that I can’t bring to mind what I did speak.
Nonetheless your smile made everything worth the while,
And I swear I saw a tiny dimple indent your left cheek.
Ironically, I wished you’d leave, for right then, I could barely breathe;
You took your things and went your way without hesitancy.
But your smile had shone so bright that I knew I’d said something right,
And I was glad to have my once-lost hopes returned to me.
Now when I’m reminiscing I see that romance was missing,
But it’s clear that you and I both witnessed sparks go off that day.
We can be secret sweethearts and pray silently to the stars
That someday one of us will have the courage to change our fate.
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