Crossing Paths

He walks down the street

Thinking about his dream

Where her touch was more

real than ever before.

She gets in the shower

Feeling the water fall on her face

Thinking of him.

He crosses the street

The droning of people

around him keep him

distracted from her.

She gets dressed

Puts her hair up in a mess

Just how he likes it.

He stops at a bakery

Seeing her favorite doughnut

He buys one with the petty change

in his pocket.

She goes out

To a Newspaper stand

The small print not favoring

Her poor eyesight.

He waits at a stop light

The waiting reminds him

of the butterflies in his stomach

That he can no longer stand.

She crosses the street

Looking at the ground

As if she’s afraid of looking

too happy.

He walks closer to the library

Where he intends to study

But it’s inevitable that

His mind thinks only of her.

She nears the library

Still looking down

Holding back that grin

That he loves so much.

They collide

Bags hit the ground and she falls fast

Yet he catches her smoothly and with grace.

He laughs. He makes a joke about sweeping her off her feet.

She jokes that it must be love.

They pick up their stuff.

They go about their normal day.

Later that day

She meets with her boyfriend

She tells him about

Her love for the stars.

Later that day

He meets with his friends

And details the most

Beautiful girl that he had

The honor of running into.