He was tall,
With a stare that could petrify you.
If his near black eyes
ever met with yours,
your heart beat would instantaneously rise.
The way his suntouched hair sat so perfectly
on his head while he daydreamed
was something that never ceased to amaze me.

So there I stood
To shy to say a word
Or stare straight into his gaze
for more than a couple seconds
So instead I let him slip away
like sand falling through frail fingers.