Last time I loved
I was sixteen
Ripened age of immaturity
complex age of disability

Strangers we were
Strangers who crossed
Paths daily at
Eight in the morning

I went to school
He went somewhere
Both with bags
Heavy with things
Draped over their shoulders

Love is not how
I would describe the feeling
It was curiosity
Mixed with admiration
A rare emotion for
A doll named me

We crossed paths with each other
At eight in the morning
Where sunlight streamed burning hot
On both our faces
Regardless of the month

I still don't know who he was
What he was
How he was
All I know is
If I take the same path
One more time at eight in the morning
I would find him
Crossing paths with me
One more time
And maybe I'll receive
A smile in return
For we were once strangers
Familiar with each other