Sitting Beside Me

You came and I noticed. I knew something was coming, I just didn't believe. I couldn't, I wouldn't, I was the only one blind in a land of one-eyed freaks. But no, it hit me big time, it hit me in the moments of still pondering, of staring blankly at the wall, of staring blankly at time. No, it's not love. No, it's not infatuation. It's something else...which makes this heart of mine flutter with undescribable hope. Oh you and your ways....

You came in a hot day full of dirty floors and buzzing fans. I remember, I just had lunch (or was it snacks) and I was preoccupied with my life that seemed to be filled with questions and exclamation marks. Then you came along, wizzing past me with an air of nonchalance. I gave out a smile deep inside me, and my inner feuds were quelled with your sweet voice. Stupid me, giving a glance, I knew there was something about you.

And so, pretending to be preoccupied, I lived like nothing happened. But no, something did happen. I sit near you, not knowing if this would be another day or an experience I'll never forget. But I was still blind! Blinded by a spirit that refused to believe. I closed my eyes even before I opened it. Silly me! How many tries did you have to try to freeze this drenching cold.

I sat, then you sat...right next to me.

My day was complete. This is not love, nor infatuation. This is hope...glorious hope.

For those who know what I'm talking about....ooops...no one does.