You’re the first person I notice

you’re the first person I notice,

and I don’t like that I do.

you probably don’t realize

how artful the act of noticing has become whenever I’m around you.

because there was a time

when I could pass you by

and not know.

not know your light, the glimmer in your eye,

not know the parts of you that take time to find,

not know what you would come to mean to me.

and now,

you may very well become

the reason

I finally don’t leave.