You met me after some two months and
I almost managed to keep my heart
From beating funny and
Keep my hands from fumbling or fidgeting with my hair
And I almost took down every poem
I wrote for you on my stupid, juvenile blog
But nevertheless you did something that
Made my heart beat tumultuously when
Your cavernous eyes pierced into mine and
You pushed me towards the left,
Stepping ahead of me while the
Cars sped from the right and my
Hands camatosely found the sleeve of
Your cardigan, the very one that made
Your shoulders look so broad and
Push myself towards you
For your radiating comfort
Guess, I wasn't over you.
***
~Nida Khan
