We Meet Again.. Kind Of
It was morning and it was a bit chilly
Loud and "trassy" here in New York City
We were in the third week of school
And I stood behind you like a fool
Not knowing at all, just waiting for class
Just smoking my cig while time ticked and passed
I noticed a boy staring at the reflection of the window
And I thought of it as nothing; I threw my cig down so
My legs would take me closer to what I hated most
Your silhouette's the same, still foggy like a ghost
So when I stood by that window, I noticed you
Turned to look me straight in the eye (or at least try to)
You made it so obvious you were spying
Why bother to even look twice; since we were together you'd never glimpse at me crying?
And when I took leave I did what you had
Took another look at you in the window made us both sad
I felt it, I knew it, I saw it all over again
Why did I ever have to love you back then?
Copyright © Anonymous Ah | Year Posted 2010
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