Soft brown hair
Body that towers over others
his eyes are a color I don’t know.

We spoke two years ago
after that, as we pass in the hallways
Sometimes I look at him
sometimes he returns my glance
we say nothing.

I’d like to know if he ever
thinks about me in the
back of his head.
I’d like to know if he remebers me, the conversations we had
on that fateful day I fell for him.
Because if he ever felt the way I do about him
I don’t know what’d I do.

He makes me heart skip
He makes my palms sweat
He makes my mind race.
He used to do all these things
but now he’s starting to again.

And we haven’t even spoken to eachother after that day
once.