Passerby. Another ranting poem.

First day, new faces
Fresh start, strangers
Weird, interesting places
A passing thought, for a passing peer
Who is this person?

Midday, time to eat
Sat with new friends
Then I saw you with yours
Wanting to meet you.

Everyday, I would see you
Wondering who you were.
After a month or two
I finally got your attention

"Hey, I have that same shirt!"
You looked at me, I looked at you
I stared, but I didn't speak
Too shy to relay my thoughts

College trip, that one day.
There were spots on one bus,
but I said it was full
Just so I could be on the same one with you.
Then of course my friends were on that one too.

Before we drove on, chatting with my friends.
I stared at you. And you stared back.
I didn't realize it, but I came to my senses.
I turned away, face red on the inside.
Flustered, embarrassed.

I kept sneaking looks at you,
All during the whole trip.
Wondered if you had any interest in me
As much as I had in you.

Then the time of midday.
When I got the chance to talk to you.
A simple sentence, a joke.
You smiled but kept silent.
It felt like half an hour,
when you finally walked up and left.

Did I bore you?
Do I look too geeky?
What did I do?

The day went on
With a tour of the campus
I stayed with my friends,
While you stayed with yours

I started walking fast, an instinct I had
And then I heard your voice
I kept my head down, staring at my shoes
You were talking with someone,
I couldn't help but smile at how funny you were.

I walked on, trying to act natural.
The tour ended, we walked back to the bus.
I talked with my friends, had fun.
The real fun was the trip back home.

Truth or dare for a few hours.
Even the teachers were enjoying it.
You were dared something outrageous
And you refused, another funny moment.
I learned your name, and kept it in my heart.

Now, months later
I still think of you, and so does my friend.
I'm fighting for you.

「ホントにキミがスキなんだ」
「やっぱりキミがスキなんだ」
「神様」
「勇気のカケラはどこにあるの？」

本当だよ