Window Shopper

This is about my first crush entering High school.

I saw you that one day.
I think you saw me.
Nothing but silence
emitted throughout my ears on that moment.
Do you remember that day?

You probably crossed my path,
as I yours.
Both unnoticed until later.
By you at least.
Lingering vaguely in my thoughts there you were.

I could spend hours ,
just staring.
I could, but I won't.
Your face doesn't deserve,
to be gazed in awe,
by some fifteen-year-old.

The perfect features I thought ,
were impossible to be held by humans.
Carefully etched in your flesh and bones.

And to think,
that in that one moment,
I imagined myself taking that stride by your side.
You probably won't allow it.
But it's nice to think.

Think nice and simple thoughts.