Monday

The first time I saw 
him was on a Monday.
Cold. With nervous shivers
I saw him in the distant 
Twinkling trees.

The first time I spoke
To him, I was
Polite. Disgustingly so. 
My ears burning, 
Bright red.

The first time I smiled
At him. He made me
Laugh. A quiet giggle.
The butterflies took to a
Swift flight.

The first time I showed 
him my goofy
Side. silly side.
I was scared.
Panic-stricken.

The first time I told
him, I really like
You. almost love you.
My hands were clenched
So very tightly.

The first time I held
his large warm
Hand. Callused, strong
My hand was
Dwarfed by his. 

The first time I listened to
him play his saxophone. I was
Entranced. Swaying to his song.
It was beautiful listening to
him create magic.

The first time I kissed
him, was on his
Cheek. A simple goodbye kiss.
I had to go on my 
tippy toes to reach him.

For the first
Time. I look forward
To all the Mondays
Because I
Found love in him.

j.h.