It was all a feeling.
A feeling of elation as I saw him walking towards me.
Eyes connecting for a brief second;
a second that seemed like eternity.
I saw him. Not just what you could see but what you couldn’t.
His cologne, a pheromone that attracted me
to him like bees to honey.
A scent that left a trail everywhere that he walked.
One that would linger on my clothes every time we released
from our strong embrace.
One that would linger on my clothes every time we released
from our strong embrace.
I hear him speak.
Things that only the two of us would understand.
A new language, one that would be spoken with nothing less
than comedy and romance.
The obnoxious laughter, the one that I would learn to love.
One that I would relish for the rest of my days.
A new language, one that would be spoken with nothing less
than comedy and romance.
The obnoxious laughter, the one that I would learn to love.
One that I would relish for the rest of my days.
I felt his touch.
The outreached arms that would embrace me.
Embrace every imperfection that
this world looked down on.
The hands that wouldn’t be afraid to hold mine.
I felt his heart. A heart that wouldn’t be afraid of a world
that so often shunned people.
Two open books with blank pages,
that would eventually create a library of memories together.
As we walked past each other,
I looked, he didn’t.
It would forever be…
Just a feeling.