I thought about the brutal winter weather
The cold, merciless Sheffield wind
The slight trembling movements that my fingers made
My misery and how it will eventually fade.
I thought about the crowded streets
Young adults with lectures to meet
The morning skies, a bit too bright, a bit less cloudy
My walk past Mapping Street, Engineers are way too rowdy.
I thought about my 5 inch high, thick African curls
My cream colored coat, dark tights, beautiful pair of pearls
My vintage leather boots that didn’t cost me a dime
My anxiety to get to my 9am class right on time.
I thought about pushing past people, struggling to get through
About eventually crossing the street
Looking for my reflection in the window of a parked car
But, only managing to see the back seat.
I thought about the random guy on the other side
Staring at me like I was a freak show
About why he was staring and what he hoped to find
About him asking to talk to me, not like I would mind.
I thought about how this random guy was you
The way people don’t meet but, meet in the weirdest way
The fact that a day before, I had fake hair on
And how me being noticed would have been a fantasy long gone.
I thought about you yesterday
It’s 2:30 am and, I’m thinking about you today
So, I’m sure as hell going to think about you tomorrow
It doesn’t matter that we’re now in different boroughs.
I thought about you
I thought about us
About what we may become
Then, I thought about facing ice cold rejection.
All of a sudden, I thought about nothing
And then I concluded that I was sleeping
Because it is only in my dreams that I cannot choose
To think about my very beautiful mister,
The one that made me forget about my numerous ‘boos’