Beautiful

Beautiful 

The moment you walked through the sliding door.

I was saved.

No more embarrassment.

I could sit down in my seat and move on.

The second time you walked through those doors.

I bought you ginger ale.

I was saved again.

I saved the change.

The last time you bid me farewell with touching lips.

You said Goodbye.

I hoped.

My phone broke.

After, the years came and went.

I met you again.

My eyes followed you as your elegance drifted across the room.

You are always Beautiful.

I thanked you.

I apologized.

I held on tight.

You were Beautiful.