The Bench

That’s how it all starts, on the bench.

You are sitting down reading a book.

I ignore my nerves to speak to you.

We get to know each other this particular day.

I don't notice the beauty in you.

All I notice is that pride.

Talking about our life and our unknown futures,

We are more than dazing.

Your pride has some talking,

While your graceful face, has others wishing they could be near you

  

We do not see each other for the meanwhile, though I don’t care.

I really do not see the big deal about your good looks.

“Is that your man?” someone says.

“No, never! I would never have feelings for a guy like that!!” I say.

Once again, life brings us together.

This time I am wrong. 
I slowly start developing strong feelings for you.

I start noticing an improvement of your character.

I see a genuine and kind man.

The time comes in as I hit rock bottom.

You come in to console me.

You believe in me when I doubt myself.

You stand up for me when I can't.

I would never forget your positive words,

Those words of hope.

I take a closer look of your eyes and

I realize how beautiful you are.

Our time is running out.

I want to tell you how thankful I am.

I want to tell you how much I will miss you.

I don't have the courage to do so. 
I am now hopeless in love.

I often walk around the hallways hoping you are back

I sit on the bench for one last time, convinced that I will never see you again,

Then you appear one last time to greet me.

Wearing a yellow shirt but best of all,

Wearing those beautiful eyes.

We talk and smile reflecting back on our memories.

I wish this time could last forever.

There is much more I want to tell you.

Our time has come to an end.

The last thing you tell me is “I’ll talk to you later!”

You leave through those open doors and for one last time

I am left sitting on the bench.