It happened in only one night, When it took me decades, Planning for that ‘one night,’ The night I laid my eyes on you. I could’ve been prepared, I could’ve done anything, to make the most of it. But I didn’t. Preparation wasn’t a requirement Not even a simple task. Was it the way I acted? The way I stood alone, Trying to melt into the crowd? Or was it my face, Which showed no expression. Not a smile or even a frown. You still keep me thinking, About the way you approached me, The way you placed your hands on me, And the way you kissed me. I had never experienced Anything like it ever before. I can still feel your soft breath against my face, And your head, resting on my shoulder. At first I thought talking would be a good start, But then I realized talking wouldn’t top it off. I never actually got a chance to get your number, Or ask you out on a date, Or even know your name. What shocked me most, Was the way you ran away. I would do anything To see your face once again. Anything at all.
Just one last time..
Mark Robles
