I often combed the chaotic corridors,
with my two eyes
in search for an elusive enigma-
you.

Even today,
I walked up and down four flights of stairs,
basked myself in the August sun,
and complained of the usual push and pull.

Someone is always walking with me,
unknowingly, as I look for you,
because I need an excuse to be
wandering outside your classroom.

Because if you confront me,
I won't have an answer.
I will speak,
but in uh's and oh's and other meaningless fumbles.

Because you make me nervous.
In a way I haven't felt that way
in a really
long time.

And so I am finally
chasing
the guy I never chased.