Erotomania

From the corner of my eye, 

I see a dash of blue, a hint of white. 

I think I see you, maybe I'm right. 

Maybe I'm wrong, and I am unsure. 

This isn't the first time this has happened. 

It probably won't be the last this year. 

Once I saw you sitting on the stairs, 

When I asked what you were doing there, 

You said, But I'm not here, you got it wrong. 

You want to see me, that's what it's about. 

I shrugged and sighed and walked away. 

I still think you were there, but I guess it's okay. 

I remember sitting quietly deep in meditation, 

Heard footsteps and a laugh, it was disturbing. 

So I opened my eyes to find you lurking. 

Hello there, I said, have you come to see me? 

No, you said, I'm just enjoying the scenery. 

And once I watched you run past me, 

Wait, wait, I said, why are you in a hurry? 

I have places to go, you said, I have things to do. 

I think I wanted to talk to you about myself, 

But then I realised I was invisible to you. 

Look, I know I'm imagining all the time. 

Maybe someday it will finally stop

Happening to me and happen to you instead. 

But today I was sure I saw you. 

Actually, I'm not sure at all. 

My eyes are weak and my mind deceives me. 

Was it real? I would like to believe it. 

But I won't. Whatever be the case, 

One thing I'm certain of, if I saw you, 

At least I know that you saw me too.