The Sailing Boat

It seemed to be a similar face,
I ogled; eyes stared back,
I grinned; he simpered,
The curve of his smile had set everything straight, it was the same.
I clung to my chair,
He had the same heebie-jeebies, I knew it so well.
He looked around in perplexity; that's what he always did to stay away from confrontation.
The coffee shop felt much warm,

I took glances like a teenager,
My favorite flavor felt better.
We sat with cappuccino and java chips, nothing had changed, but us.
I reminisce his delight when elbows brushed, the moments when I act oblivious.
Of-course, those holler for perfections, which would end in blues.
The 'ignoring each other' game had turned nasty and we never saw each other until this morning.
Those 24*7 talks and pre-exams Chinese,
Time healed us.
It settled the spark of our fierce nights.
I did say we'll meet when we are better for each other, only if I realized I fell for your imperfections,
Too many memories hovered; while our eyes met,
Time stood still, we never used words but spoke too much.
It's our chance to complete our half-done story.
Let's face it, ignore, hate, love are the care of the same boat and I am not letting you sail your ship away this time. ❤