He said bye.
Such a small word, insignificant to me.
Yet it holds my heart in its grip.
He said goodbye.
To me.
Walking out the door, I hid my
shy glances
underneath a sheet of hair
expecting him to walk past.
But he knows now.
He knows.
I made a show of searching my bag,
so I wouldn't have to look at him.
But his voice
carried across the room to me
and only me.
My head snapped up
cracking my neck,
but I felt no pain.
He waved.
With HIS hand.
And said goodbye.
To ME.
I replied quickly,
nervously, heart hammering
inside my rib cage.
Maybe he wasn't talking to me?
I glanced around,
searching for a prettier face
and I found his.
Looking at me.
ME.
He was saying goodbye
to ME.
And only me.
His electric blue
eyes locked into mine,
drawing my face in,
I actually leaned forward.
If his eyes hadn't been soul
deep into mine, I would have
closed them, and breathed in
his scent and his voice.
HIS voice.
For ME.
And only me.
I stared after him,
watching him glance back once,
with his eyes and not
his head, before he disappeared
around a corner.
And it echoed.
HIS voice echoed in my mind,
MY mind.
And I wanted to collapse
on the floor,
in front of my friends,
who would giggle and laugh
and ooh and ahh
but I was alone.
He was alone.
And he said goodbye
to me
HE said goodbye.
To ME.
And only me.