On a cold fall day,
Late in the season,
I met a boy,
An interesting one.
He wore a rough smile,
Sly almost,
A little rough around the edges,
But certainly alright.
He welcomed me quietly,
As I sat across from him,
The dining hall full,
Noisy, and shrewd.
I remember his voice,
Harsh, yet calming,
I was so nervous,
Because he was so new.
I found that his eyes were quite special,
They studied me deeply,
As I tried to be myself,
Original, yet not like him.
As we parted ways,
I felt a little strange,
When he walked away,
In his olive green jacket.
Our meeting was short,
But it just felt right,
I felt the urge to claim him,
To make him mine.
Although I had just met him.