Swiftly

He strides to class,

Walking swiftly towards third block English.

He swarms through the crowd,

his feet slither down the hallways,

side by side,

gliding together

in perfect synchronization.

When lunch arrives,

he stands before me at the lunch line.

He stands erect,

He stands beautifully.

His hair shines amidst

the cafeteria air.

His nonchalant gestures flow with ease,

unnoticed.

I can feel a “hello” bubbling

on the tip of my tongue,

but I can’t whisper

any words.

He soon parts from me,

moving swiftly

as if drawn by the current.

Lunch ends,

the bell rings.

I was never able

to muster the courage

to say hello.