I saw him from across the room of the archaic,
victorian-styled library.
Lounging in a chair,
Legs resting in a vertical position underneath the
table,
Shoes sitting atop the smooth, beige, leather of the
tall chair directly adjacent from him.
I continued to look, no gaze, at this beautiful
creation in front of me.
His porcelain, alabaster skin seemingly glowed in
the sunlight, as if it captured each sunray and
soaked them in.
His hair was a strawberry blonde color, neatly
combed and parted, perfectly covering each part of
his head.
His eyes were a deep hazel, captivating and
intriguing,
Seemingly drawing in the attention of the whole
world, and leaving them fascinated,
Clamoring after the story that was held behind
them.
His eyebrows furrowed,
His expression deep set, and serious.
His rosy red lips were slightly parted by the
mahogany colored pencil that he had in the small
corner of his mouth.
Thoughts of conserving with him threatened, and
quickly, I put them away,
Deep down inside of me,
In a place where they would never surface again.
I grabbed my belongings, and slid away from my
table,
Catching small glimpses of him before completely
out of sight.
Gone forever from my life,
Like a slight breeze passing through the campus,
A majestic bird taking flight, soaring far away from
my very small world.
One day I’ll be strong,
One day I’ll be courageous,
One day.
