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.