“Am I worth wasting
Your Friday nights with?”
I asked so nervously
As a smile crept up
Your thin lips
“Darling,”
You said
“I’ve already wasted
So many nights
With just thoughts of you.”


*a. gale

You were sitting there, all by yourself.
I was standing with a book in my hand, across the hall.
It took some time for me to notice you.
Of course, you didn't catch my eye right away.  
At first I thought, ‘awkward eye contact’.
And when I looked up again, you were still staring at me.
That was a bit creepy, until I saw this smile playing on your lips.
Your face was hard to read then, and is even now.
The way your eyes glowed in the shadows of the dark walls.
The kind of sound you made when you laughed, out loud.
The silvery voice that is so mysterious when you spoke.
Every little detail is up there in my head, never fading.
I wasn't planning on telling you all of this, about how I felt.
But I often had caught myself saying, “if only you knew”

I remember you said
“I’d rather catch a falling star,
Even if I could have
The blazing sun”

But darling did you notice
How my eyes lit up
With such hope
As she was the sun
And I was simply
A star
That’s falling for you

*a. gale