To the uninterested lover girl!
I seen you like a moment
that wasn’t meant to last—
just passing through a crowded room,
but somehow you stayed.
We ain’t say much at first,
just eyes meeting eyes,
like we both recognized something
we couldn’t explain.
Time slowed down around us,
or maybe I just stopped paying attention
to everything that wasn’t you.
M.
Your hug felt familiar,
like I’d been there before
in another life or dream—
and for a second,
I didn’t wanna let go.
Our first conversation
wasn’t loud or perfect,
but it was real—
the kind where silence
says just as much as words.
We looked at each other
like we was trying to understand
something deeper than faces,
like our souls was having
their own quiet talk.
And ever since then,
you been showing up in my mind
at random times—
in music, in nights, in small pauses
I don’t know what to do with.
You fit a feeling I can’t describe,
something nostalgic,
like flashing lights on old screens,
late night energy,
a Y2K dream I ain’t know I needed.
You gave me your number—
simple, casual,
like it didn’t carry weight.
But it did.
It still does.
Now I sit with it sometimes,
thinking about that night,
about you—
about what could happen
if I just reached out.
Or what stays untouched
if I don’t.
Because some connections
don’t fade…
they just linger
in a quiet kind of way.
And you—
you still there.
M.
Sincerely,
C.