First Impressions.

The night we met
Your shirt was striped
Black on white
And we didn’t touch.
Not a hand grazed a forearm,
Not a shoulder bumped another.

I don’t remember
What you looked like
The night you let me go.
Not your face,
Only mine
Stays mirrored in my mind.
I knew you loved me
In the way you held me close
And let me cry
And didn’t walk away
When I told you to.
I knew you loved me.
You lose.

I caught you off guard,
(Remember that?)
When I kissed you
And you barely knew.
The ground was cold.
It was late.
You sat facing me
With your legs in between mine.
People walked by.
You didn’t move.

The day we met
You were thirty-four minutes late.
Your t-shirt was tight,
Just like your body,
And your hair was styled under the hat.
You hugged me
And chomped your gum in my ear.
Salad for me –
Pasta for you.
Fifteen dollars plus twelve.
You drove me back.
You hugged me again,
Long and soft.
Did you want to kiss me?
I don’t think you did.

I never saw you again.