there is a boy who loves me
waiting for me out there
i know it
a boy who loves me
for who i am
for what i've done
for what he can feel i can and will do
not for the idea of me
not for what i can do for him
but for what i can do.
one day
some way
somehow
he will look at me
and by chance
i will look at him
and he will smile
he will feel everything at once
at such a rapid pace that it will feel like
nothing
but a quick burst of energy
and adrenaline
that somehow changed his lips
and pointed them upward.
i will smile back
and feel the same
thing.
then we will laugh
in our own quiet,
little way
that doesn't attract attention,
because though we seem like two complete strangers,
he and i will know
some way
somehow,
that we're much,
much more.
YOU ARE READING
just one day
Poetryit won't happen in a single sunrise and sunset but just one day, one day is all we'll need.