He walked through the corridor like a passing thought,
A soul I never dare to speak to
he had something in his eyes behind those blue glasses,
I gave him a secret name known only to me
Four years slipped by , not a single word exchanged,
Just fleeting glances, quietly arranged
Framed glasses , a gummy smile,
that once caught me , making life feel worth living
Different from each other but never made a single change in the story,
His eyes, the way he laughs and the voice was like for a poet like me
Once fleeting presence, now an immortal in my poetry.