personal I don’t remember his name
Maybe he never told me
Maybe i never asked
I don’t remember what words we exchanged
Just the quiet pull
Just the knowing
Just the wistfulness
Your voice was loud
Or maybe i was holding my breath
Maybe the word hushed
taking notes of the moment
There was no fireworks
No bright lights, no butterflies
It felt like coming home
Steady, warm,
Like breathing fresh air
I remember you looked at me
Not through me
Not passively
But at me
Like you saw something i didn’t
It wasn’t just the moment we met
A girl in yellow with flushed cheeks
A boy with curls and a gravitational pull
It was the moment i felt discovered