Hi there, guy with the glasses.
I like how you push your glasses up your nose,
a million times a day.
How you laugh away when they ask you how you are
and all the things that you don't say.
I love awkward silences with you
and that time we sat on the concrete, watching the ocean.
When I think of you, I think of
several little glances, empty lanes at evening and Harry Potter.
I like how your eyes are a universe of memories
and when you blink, it's almost like fireflies in the night.
Hey you, guy with the glasses,
even in your darkness, you're so full of light.
Also, I like the shape of your face, your crooked smile
and your handwriting in blue ink.
I like those T shirts you repeat, that classroom seat
and your voice at the other end of the phone.
Hi there, guy with the glasses.
Sometimes when I think of you, I think of
incomplete sentences, dried flowers in cards and
a heavy heart on a rainy day.
I think about,
how you laugh away when they ask you how you are
and all the things that you don't say.