I saw you through the windows of a classroom
as i was passing by
and my shoe was untied
only it might not have been you
but you were running
your hand through your hair
and looking slightly frustrated or
trying to grasp a concept
and i slowed down to get a better look
and i remember how you made me feel
like a small bird
when you held me
and i remembered your pheromones
in my mouth
you were wearing a forest green
short sleeved shirt
i remembered how you used to
own a closet full of camo
and i didn't know you then
and i still don't know you now
i knew you once
you held me and it made me feel
like a little bird
and i cried with the light on
and you didn't understand why
and i felt terrible
and i'm glad you didn't notice me
because i think you still hate me
but you didn't hate me once
and we smoked cigarettes and
laughed a lot and
you don't own camo anymore
you probably still smoke cigarettes
you probably hold someone
and make them feel
like a delicate bird
it might not have been you
my shoe was untied
