poem: how could i be so stupid? but here we are again.

it is his fault: he smiled

at me first, stared at me until I

looked up and met his eyes;

or our gazes danced around,

touching, laughing, sparkling,

but never meeting.

I thought it was only in books

that eye contact made the

air crackle.

I thought I was done falling in love

with people I don’t know.