The Day We Met Poem by Andrea Ugona

Click, click, click…
I come down the stairs
In my Gucci shoes and with my Prada bag
I feel very important.

Bump, clatter, splatter
My Gucci shoes are stained
And my Prada bag is worse
I look up
Angry words at the tip of my tongue
And I suddenly realise who I bumped into

Talk, talk, talk
He apologises so much
I cant hear any longer
He bends to pick up his tray
And I stare

…
Nothing
He suddenly stops talking (Thank heavens)
And he stares back at me
And for ten seconds I feel like there is no other person in the world


Tick, tock, tick, tock
I look into his black eyes through his glasses
If I might add
And I see mystery as well as honesty
They say the eyes are the window to the soul
And from them I know he is a good person
I look at his face, and I see power
Of which is just, but I also see kindness and mercy
I look at his mouth of which is full and generous
Ok at this point I retreat,
I might feel important today
But that doesn’t mean I am

Talk, talk, talk
Our ten seconds are up
He apologises again but this time his voice seems different
I don’t know why but in my heart I feel ashamed
That I stood there and looked at someone like that
Of whom was beyond my league

Swip, swip, swip
I clean my bag and my shoes
And I tell him its no problem
I try to walk away as quickly as I can
But he holds me back and he looks at me again
And this time I decide I cant look at him
But instead, he surprises me and ask,
“How about lunch, I would like to make it up to you? ”
…
I stare at him again and wonder, maybe he is nuts
But he asks, again never quavering,
“How about lunch, I would like to make it up to you? ”
I tend to agree and disagree at this point.
I agree because he owes me
And I disagree because I believe in my heart that he is too good looking a person to be seen with me
But he asks me again but this time he says, “Please”
Now I don’t disagree because that just melts my heart
And besides, this I know, is the first and last time
He will ever talk to me.

Click, shuffle, click, shuffle
We go to McDonalds across the street
Of which I do not mind one bit
We talk and I eat
And I repeat, I eat
Its like I know him
I don’t pretend or hide behind my facade
And suddenly I realize
I don’t
I am not lady – like
I have eaten more than necessary
I push the food away
And he notices,
At that point, I realize that I did not clean up from my previous accident
I feel ashamed
And I stand to leave and he puts his hand on mine preventing me
And he asks simply, “Why? ”

…
The question to the answers of which I have known
Why I feel worthless
Why I have no confidence
Why I cry and wish I was different
Why I don’t feel loved
A lot of questions
But then I ask him one too, “Why? ”
Because you are unique
At that I looked into his eyes again and I see honesty
I decide then not to hide behind my façade
I don’t leave but sit back and let him talk of which he likes doing

Tick, tock, tick, tock
Five years later,
He kisses me deeply as we recall the sweet memory
Of that day, the day we met and I think
Although loudly,
I am so glad I bumped into you,
At this we both laugh
And then I realize with much appreciation
To the one above
I do not feel worthless anymore.

The end