Do you remember the
First time I saw you?

Probably not,
Since you didn’t see me,
But I wasn’t being
A creep,

You were walking down
My street
With your little dog,
In a black and red
Hooded flannel
And a pair of ripped
Jeans

And I was standing at
My kitchen sink,
With the windows
Right above it
Drinking a glass of
Water and
Gazing outwards

And there you were,
Moving left to right
Across my sphere
Of sight
Texting and not paying
Attention to your
Dog taking a ****
At the foot of
My driveway.

You came by the
Next day,
And the day after that
And I made up
My mind
I’d talk to you.

I waited outside
On my porch
But you never
Came,
I didn’t see you
Again until that day
At my little
Brother’s baseball game
As you cheered on yours.

Now I’m yours.