My head was down
My eyes on the floor
I saw you ahead of me
But I choose to ignore you
Just like before
My hair was in two braids
Yours was styled perfectly
I know your reputation
I have none of it
So as I walk towards the door
The only thing that runs in my head
Is for you to ignore me
Just like before
I admit, your dimples are cute
I confess, your personality is charming
But I can't see myself in your level
I can't even picture myself as your friend
But as I pass through the door
And as you gave way to me
I keep my head down
And my eyes on the floor
But I can't help it
I need to see your dimple
I need to hear your bubbly teasing
But as I did look up
There were none of those things
I saw your tiresome face
I can read exhaustion in your expression
Something must be wrong
Or you must be in a bad mood
So I look down again
My eyes on the floor
And when I passed by
I heard the tiniest wisp of a whisper
From your mouth to my ear
I look up to your face
And smiled a little
I continued down the stairs
Out of your sight
Your words echoing in my head
When you said, "Hi"
Along with my name
© C.J. Avila
