Here's what I remember...

Here’s what I remember about the day we first met:
you impressed the girl I wanted to impress.
Unfortunately, that’s about it.

But the girl I failed to impress
was so impressed with you
that we met for a second time.

I don’t remember if we made eye contact,
or if you ever said a word. But I later learned
you had listened intently to me.

The first meeting I can remember felt off,
like the universe had goofed by pairing us.
We just couldn’t find words to exchange.

Then one early evening, we did find words,
stories we’d never exchanged with anyone else.
When we paused for breath, it was early morning.

I saw what I’d stupidly missed before
and was so stupidly impressed with you
that I fell in awe with you.

I just wish I had asked
if I had impressed you, too.