We only spoke once,

but it stayed with me—

like a song that plays quietly

long after it ends.

There was something easy

in the way she talked,

like laughter you don’t force,

or a smile that feels earned.

She was warm,

personable,

the kind of person

you feel you’ve known for a long time

even if it’s only been a moment.

I’ve tried to speak again,

but silence sits between us—

and I can’t tell

if she’s turning away,

or if I’m just too still.

Maybe we could’ve hit it off.

Maybe I’m the only one

still wondering

what that first moment meant.