you told me you didn't understand
my poems
you didn't get them

but you watched me go on stage
take a deep breath
and breathe life to them through a mic

you smiled and said you're there
for me
and me only

you forgot to take a picture
till the last minute
because your eyes were on me

when did you stop looking?

was it the moment I looked back?
was it the moment I held you?
was it the moment I started to love you?
or was it the moment I chose you.

I think
I can remember
when you stopped looking

because I felt it
and
now you're just another person I've written a poem about.