(Note: I'm not sure if this belongs here or under Narrative Poetry...? )
It didn't happen immediately.
I worked with him for a month
Didn't really pay attention to him much
until one day
Wow.
I can't remember when it was exactly
Maybe two or three weeks ago
or a few days? I dunno.
But all of a sudden I noticed
these big dark chocolate eyes
with the long lashes
below the pierced eyebrow.
And I noticed his smile
a slightly cheeky grin
coupled with a soft wink
and a gentle laugh
And I was totally smitten.
He is shorter than me
just a little shorter
with bronze skin
a smooth face
and chiseled hands.
I couldn't stop watching him
so cool, calm
Kind of like me
He came up to me one time,
asked me a question or something,
but I was focused on his hand on my back
and his eyes on mine
and his soft voice
and that smile
and those eyes.
I watched him when he wasn't looking
admired the way his eyes moved when he read
the way his hand toyed with a pen.
And then
I found out he was gay.
It sounds kind of funny
but man did that suck.
His roommate told me that
he came to work high sometimes.
And man did that suck.
Sucked all the air
out of my heart shaped balloon.
Well, almost all of it, anyway.
Maybe someday I'll meet another guy.
One who's straight, sober and clean.
Ha ha.
Like that'll ever happen.
