What I Once Called Love: The Drafts

The Potential

Studying became laughing,

   old habits dying hard,

And though calculus is boring,

   you turned it into art.

We finished all the problems,

   and you put on your coat.

We hugged for just a moment,

   but you had trouble letting go.

Your hazel stare held my own

   as a blush rose to my cheeks.

You glanced down at my lips,

   and I felt my knees go weak.

Slowly, you released me,

   sighing under your breath.

We made our way to the door

   I watched your car as it left.

Something felt different

   as I shivered in the cold.

Maybe it was the weather,

   or all the jokes that we told.

Something was beginning

   that much was surely true,

But I never thought I'd see it-

   the potential of a life with you.