Third Time's a Charm?

It was raining when I first saw you.

Rushing home, I lost sight of you.

You were dressed in noir; it looked very nice on you.

In the same place once again, I wrote my name before yours, and you wrote yours after mine.

I wonder if you've noticed— the little smile :) I draw whenever our clock cares to align.

A quiet source of delight.💛

I don't know if you saw me dance that day, embarrassed at that party, but everything changed when you offered me a helping hand.

I looked at you, and suddenly my heart had forgotten how to stay quiet.

I tried.

Third time's a charm?

I lost the first person and said goodbye to the second.

Perhaps I'm only lost, uncertain of what this is.

What you didn't know was this: I saw you long before you saw me.

Now I look away, leave the room, and pretend otherwise,

but you are a welcome sight on any day.

I don't know how to feel this again.

Bewildered by the way things align, in music, in films, in characters.

Good heavens!

Do you notice them too?

Am I imagining this too much?

Will anything change?

Is it one-sided?

Or is third time simply another failure?

Questions linger, and I overthink them all.

But time will tell whether these feelings will quietly fade,

or stay.