I walked into that familiar hall,
welcomed by faces I have and haven't seen before.
Into a cold chair, I sank with thoughts I now couldn't recall,
and with eyes noticeably lost in memories of yore.
Summoned by a force to steal a glimpse of what lay across,
I saw a man seemingly astray in a different dimension.
His stares into nothingness reminded me of those of an albatross,
full of secrets that he will probably never mention.
For three days, I kept on noticing him.
He was an enticing book.
Yet, I knew he was more of a labyrinth in midnight's dim
where surprises lay in every hidden nook.
On the first day, he wore blue.
Like the deep ocean inside that he possessed.
It was a beautifully sad hue,
matching the emotion he repressed.
The next day, he wore yellow.
He didn't seem like the sun, but I saw daylight.
The hidden warmth of rays in him, truly mellow,
and a different kind of bright.
On the third day, he wore black,
like the darkness that inside him nestles.
A mystery lingered in his every track,
and a loud silence that this lady misses.
I wanted to study him more,
but those days ended like a blissful pact.
When we walked out the door,
I silently bid farewell to the man who wore blue, yellow, and black.
A poem that I wrote for a boy I met on a three-day college retreat.
