July 12, 2014

He’s seen as old news, something that’s worn

He takes in everything with humility

With no complaints

His smile is like a carpet that people only use gently

 Out of pity

On Friday and Saturday nights

A touch of the shoulder

A pat on the back

The “good friend”

The “chimpanzee”

He feels like no one takes him seriously,

Like he is all alone

In a world confined by boundaries consisting of

Good intentions and first dates that go nowhere

Until he meets her

They meet waiting on the stairs

Of a community college before a CPR class

Her freckles hang like the crescent moons under her eyes

That he always dreamed about

Her blue eyes piercing

Daggers through his soul

The dark circles under her eyes

That she has from studying until two am

Are the bananas

That could feed his cosmos

He takes a chance

And makes the first move, expecting to get the same

Ambiguity that he gets from everyone else

But instead

She offers him some of her banana bread

They make small talk

And enter they CPR class

With a new perspective on

Mouth to mouth

And saving each other