I glimpsed a man
I'd always seen
But I really saw him
Today. Saw the
Furrow betwixt
His eyebrows
And the relentless
Tapping of his fingers
Against hand-me-down
Blue jeans. Today,
I really saw,
And I could tell
From the way
He moved
That he yearned,
Hungered, and
Wanted something
With a desperation
I couldn't begin
To understand.
Compared to
Him, I merely
Existed. He
Was alive
In every sense
Of the word.
He knew what
He wanted and he
Knew how to get
It. He was following
The path to his goal
With such an
Unwavering
Determination
That I knew
Heaven and hell
Would scramble
To his aid.
I don't know
What it is he
Wanted, but I
Know it wasn't
Me. I wanted him,
But I couldn't
Possibly want him
The way he wanted It.
I couldn't clone,
Reproduce, or
Replicate his
Desperate craving.
I could not be
That fully alive,
That awakened,
That aware of
What I craved.
But what I did
Want was for
Someone to see
Me as clearly
As I glimpsed him
In that moment.
