I put a chair in a courtyard and sit,
Waiting for you to pass by..
in your college bus, in your college uniform..
With no other intention than to catch your glimpse..
Sometimes, more than just a blank stare we shared a smile...
smile that would last forever in a moment..

A habit it had been for our eyes to meet at a certain time..
In a certain way, day after day, every day...
I began to memorize the freckle pattern on your face..
Length of your hair... contortion of your brows...
Heaving of your breast, warmth of your breath..
before I could realize it..
more than a habit, ritual it had become..
To greet you with a smile and rapid racing heartbeat..
Weak knees and sweating feet..
Slowly but surely you became the reason to wakeup early..
Reason to wake up at all..
Every day I watched you pass by..
Until you passed by..
Until you no longer passed by..