I met him yesterday. 
A flash— 
Pressing my eyes 
Against the glass

And feeling him 
In that moment 
To be something pure:
Something real, 
Something more. 
It pulled me into 
The next room. 

“Have we met?” 
I’ve seen you around. 
“It’s usually just me here.”
Not very perceptive. 
“Will I see you more?” 
That’s up to you, 
Isn’t it? 

I’ve been here the whole time, 
And you’ve only just decided
To look for me. 

With that, he left. 
My thoughts echoed 
Vacant
Through the room.