Rushing to follow
Man with a black jacket, grey trousers
On an empty street
haste his walk is
Couldn't yell
How can I tarnish my dignity
Only crush Ive ever had
Tip toe running to catch up

I remember his smile
Among his friends, he was majesty
His walk was glamorous
The only time we cross paths
He inquired
'Is this the dining hall ? "
Stummering
A talent I wasn't born with nor knew of
Y..e..sss ahmm oh, definitely, dinning yea. YES
Never forgiven myself

Two years since
I see his back am sure his the one
I vow to confess today

Before lights turn red
Ran
Grabbed his hand_ excuse me
At the zebra cross he turned
A mistaken identity

Sight in disbelief
Heart in agony
Mind in recess
I thought I saw