The Exchange

As you passed you called out nostalgia
It was brief but the feeling never stopped growing
You are the unknown variant
Who comes and goes and the image sticks

I blushed on your smile for months
You were high up but you were no Everest
So I plotted about your rocky frame
Lingered to find my moment

Sometimes, you rush like the wind, becoming the wind
Pushing on my walls, and I let it down
Then it’s an argument or a laugh
I bring the thrills, you give me chills

Blanketing me in your many thoughts
So loud they quake my heart
This is not war, this is just
Me matching your energy.

Vera