He, Me, and Matching Shirts

He wore black

I wore black

Our eyes locked

But I turned away

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I was scared

I wasn’t ready

I wanted to smile

But my mind stopped my lips

—-

Our eyes didn’t meet again

For instead of looking at his face

I looked at his hair

And the tattoo that snaked his left arm

—-

My eyes traced its intricate patterns

I wanted to face him—

Bold and confident

Oh, I pray to have the courage someday

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But today…

He wears white

I wear white

Our eyes lock

But I turn away.

created: 01/07/2012