Poetry: You

You are known to some but not to me.

 

You are a stranger,

merely a person I long to meet.

 

You are a classmate,

someone whose name I can’t remember,

a face I never could forget.

 

You are my friend,

developed from the vaguest acquaintance,

our conversations lengthy,

our hangouts memorable.

 

You are my secret,

with your charming words,

like a blanket on a rainy day,

you provided me with comfort,

that was quickly taken away.

 

You are my love,

your hand a home,

inviting me over,

crowded yet comfortable,

I wanted nothing more than to stay,

but you knew it was better to let me go.