I saw you

I wonder what people see when they first look at you,

are they nervous?

Are they afraid?

Do they wonder about your thoughts?

Or do they see you as an everyday person?

Or do they think you look kind,

friendly,

soft,

maybe they think your smile doesn't sit quiet right,

or maybe they think your eyes look to hurt for any more interaction.

But I remember what I saw,

I saw the way you carried yourself,

the way your eyes were always scouring,

looking for someone,

but you didn't know who.

I met you and everything changed,

I had a new friend,

my only friend,

the only one who cared at all.

I slowly became the person you were scouring for,

I would enter a room and you were the first to look at me,

the first to want to come talk to me,

you would sit by me and want to get my attention.

Eventually you had all my attention,

you were the only person I would want sitting next to me,

looking for me,

wanting me.

Slowly that became more than attention,

it became attraction,

I'd like it when our knees would touch while sitting,

or your arm brushing against mine,

I lived for the moments when you wouldn't pull away,

you were mine,

and I was yours,

but then that changed.

You no longer wanted me as yours,

and you no longer wanted to be mine,

you grew away from me,

slowly losing interest in me,

I, no longer was the one you looked for in the crowded room,

or talked to,

or sat next to,

you didn't want my attention.

But just like everyone else,

we are changing again,

I can feel your eyes on me when I walk in a room,

I notice how you try to talk to me,

and get my attention.

Even though you have always had it,

I have always been yours,

even if you're not always mine,

but I think maybe,

just maybe,

I might be who you're looking for again.