The Notebook Aisle Poem by Joseph Wraithbone

I'm here to find some paper for graphing,
Just looking around being curious.
Then all the sudden you walk around the corner,
And I am filled with a new curiosity.

With your long brown hair and thin pale yellow jacket and your big white headphones,
You embody a beauty that is hard to resist.
The moment is prolonged by our awkward innocence,
And for a moment is just stop and stare at you,
But quickly look away feeling foolish.

We turn backs looking to our own sides of the aisle,
And a briefly catch another glance at you.
I then scurry away with a teenage crush in my pocket and paper in my hand.
Only after making my rounds of the store do I realize what I've found,
But it's to late because you are gone,
A mystery to me still...