We met back in freshman year, you always 
talked to your friends. We would meet eye to eye
sometimes. Even out in crowded hallways.
Have you held your stare? Did you even try?

A year later, I caught you looking at
me. Your eyes met mine, pale blue eyes met my
deep browns. I couldn’t believe it. And that
made me think, the chances for me were high.

But now to the present, you’re back with me,
same class, and completely different. And yet
now you don’t look at me, but what if we
we tried to talk, maybe even somewhat.

But you’re always on my mind. Never gone.
But you’ve left me, and I would say :“Go on.”