When he walked by, I met his gaze.

Books were surrounding us, and I could feel a million places calling. 

Yet, as I met his eyes, I saw somewhere I had never gone before.

Eyes like lively gems lost beneath the waves of an ocean.

Poems tugging at my mind as I wondered what his voice might sound like.

I claimed I would fall in love with a dreamer, but I feared I was looking at one.

I forgot about the world of pages in my hands.

I could only watch as this other dreamer walked to the end of my world.

He chose a novel written by a hopeless romantic.

When he walked by, I met his gaze.

Books were surrounding us, and I could feel a million places calling. 

Yet, as I met his eyes, I saw somewhere I had never gone before.

Only, I was never brave enough to introduce myself.

I watched as he walked away and all that is left of him is something I will never have.

All that is left of that dreamer is the words left in this paper.  

A thought, a dream, and a poem. 

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