You Still Make Me Nervous

I saw you today
for the first time in,
like,
about 3 months? Ish?

You look the same as
you always do. Dense.
Shallow. Nice hair that
I used to love but
now I think I might
hate.

Why does your hair
have to look so
nice all the time?

Your outfits never
match, color blindness,
yet you still insist
on picking out your
clothes all on your own
anyways, as you
are too prideful to
ask someone for help.

These were the thoughts that
were running through my
head when I saw you
for the first time in
about 3 months. Ish.

But then you looked at me. And
I felt my stomach drop and
then it fell to the floor and
why did I look at your eyes
and I looked away
as fast as you left
the me from 3 months
(ish) prior.

But when I was out
of your view I still —
I still — had to turn
my head and watch you
walk down the hallway.
And I don’t know where
you went afterwards,
but I went to class,
and then I went home.