by Jack Scholtes
The best thing about another person is that it’s another person
It’s not yourself you are speaking to, but someone else
Someone new, even someone old
And what a wonderful thing it is to talk to someone else
She had the most green eyes I had ever seen.
I only realized this after I left, but how wonderful they looked
With her dark hair and green eyes, yet bright personality.
When I looked at her eyes, I was speechless
It can be as simple as that. Just seeing someone’s eyes.
At that point, I was already latched. Stuck. Unable to move.
She had me in a grip so powerful I had no idea I was in it.
But her grip was so wonderful, too
That night I don’t think we could have been closer.
If her face was in front of mine, or vice versa, I do not know
But I know that the feeling I had was so significant
Mostly because I didn’t really feel at all.
If the grasp she had was tight, or loose, I still remember the feeling
I remember the feeling in my heart and in my head
I remember the feeling on my body, as hers pressed into mine
I do not remember the guilt, as it was invisible to me
The best part about another person is that it’s another person.
And while you remember that they are different than you,
Remember that they are not you
Remember the feeling now, and even after.
If you don’t, don’t worry. You won’t forget.