Mystery

Mystery

I saw you there,
Runnin’ your fingers along the wall,
Looking down at the floor,
As others looked away.
When I called out your name,
You didn’t look up,
I don’t even know if you heard me talking.
So I called you again,
Naming you Mystery,
Since I still didn’t know who you were.

I ended up walking with you,
Chattering away as you watched the ground,
Never speaking, but I think I saw you smile once,
Unless that was my imagination.
I told you I’d seen you around,
Leaning on crutches and talking to your friends,
But I’d never come up to you then,
I only watched, wondering who you were.

I’d wanted to know you,
I wanted to see what your story told me,
If it told me what the future held.
Maybe you’d felt my eyes on you,
While you walked down the hallway with your friends,
Smiling and laughing as you went down the hall.
Maybe you’d turned around after I looked away,
Maybe I just hope you did.

But then I finally got to meet you,
And see how blue your eyes were,
How your personality glowed,
And how I felt like you were so out of my league.
Even then I’d wanted to be with you,
But I didn’t think I was good enough.

Now I walk beside you,
Your fingers entwined in mine.
For years we’d been friends,
Most of them lovers,
And even now I sometimes wonder,
Did you ever turn around when I stopped looking?