The only thing
that I remember
about that day
is
him.

I remember the feel
Of a warm body bumping against me
As I crouched on the hall floor,
Chatting with a friend.
I wasn’t angry, just startled
by the sudden contact.

I turned,
And there he was:
Blushing and apologizing.
His eyes were warm, brown…
Shadowed.
I could see the shadow of a rough past,
Of darkened emotions.
I recognized it easily,
As it was a shadow that I had seen
In the reflection of my own eyes
For two years.

As he apologized again and again,
I couldn’t help thinking,
“****, he’s cute.”
I reassured him,
Telling him I wasn’t *******
that he bumped into me.
What I didn’t tell him
Was that, deep down, I was happy
To have him bump into me.