Poems.

I saw you today.

I saw you today.
Through the store window, I could see you crossing the street.
I was hoping that you would come in, and dreading it at the same time.
You turned the corner, and I couldn't see you anymore.
When my friend and I were on our way out, there you were.
In front of the door, on the other side, about to come in.
When I opened it, our eyes met, we both barely smiled at each other.
I held it open to be polite, and your hand brushed mine.
Now, I wonder if that was on purpose.
I had always told you how my hands are cold, maybe that's why.
Or maybe I'm just crazy and you did it by accident.
But in those slight seconds, everything came rushing back.
Everything.
How we would talk everyday at school.
And how we talked about the future.
And how you said that I was beautiful, and that my smile was gorgeous.
And how we first started talking that one terribly rainy day in August.
And how you could always make me happy.
And how I was on my couch looking at my Christmas tree thinking of you, for a couple of hours at least.
I deleted all the pictures.
And all the conversations too.
I don't see you at school anymore, and we haven't talked since the day you dropped me.
You just stopped.
I'm still not sure why.
But all of that came rushing back, to the brush of a hand.
I saw you today.