They'd spoken once before,
When nothing mattered.
About nothing that mattered.
Everyday that led up to their next conversation,
She'd see him.
Not knowing that he'd seen her too.
The way he'd carry himself
With confidence and boldness,
She'd admired him from a distance.
And all the while,
He'd done the same.
Time has long passed.
And yet,
They both remember
The one time they had spoken,
Before.
And now wished they'd said
One thing different
So they'd be with one another sooner.
Since from the beginning,
There was something.
