Exhilaration lingered upon his lips,
Glancing at the ground my feet took in mile long trips,
Curiosity lingered among the room,
Or was it just the smell of temptation and desperate unsaid words that was bloom,
Blooming from our very own eyes,
A concept that was so enticing that the moment you take a blow to the stomach your lungs grew heavier inch by inch,
longing for the bittersweet air to pinch among the flushed cheeks that we both wore with pride,
We were Warriors among the vicious circle allowing our pink splattered war paint cheeks to whisper like fallen leaves,
our fallen ancestors whirlwind of longing dreams,
His eyes screamed every word "I like you.."
My eyes call back with a sweet gesture of focus
"I like..a lot of things"
Focus on him,
because these things don't just happen on a short moments notice,
He noticed me,
I took those unspoken written thoughts away from his lips and crumpled it in my pocket,
because I might need it later on a rainy day,
and he tried to ask but he didn't,
and I tried to strike up a conversation but I couldn't,
because he was one of those enthusiasts and those people are confident,
like him,
always confident,
While I was drawing stick figures and weird looking cats he was coloring inside the lines from a crooked whim,
when will he get the chance to look through my eyes and just relish in the way I see him,
because it was like longing for the sunset when it had to wave goodbye to the moon,
He was like that surprise birthday party that actually lived up to it's expectations,
or even those car rides home when the window is down and your hand gets the urge to dance with the wind,
because nothings greater than the guy who gives you a reason to smile,
gives you a reason to laugh,
hard,
like one of those laughs that leave you numb until the next day but doesn't leave your lips and never strays,
You were a part of that,
I was a part of that,
We were faceless,
strangers to the naked eye,
until the sun yawned good morning and I couldn't help but sigh,
"I like a lot of things"
and when I can't understand why these things happen or why must opportunism be clouded in judgement,
I'll keep your note in the palm of my hand like a lot of things I keep and gain from you,
and so did meeting you,
I guess that's one thing I know about it,
So don't stop smiling,
