I was looking down at my fingers when you walked up to me,
Holding your hand up as you tilted your head.
"High-five?" You asked.
I had never seen you before.
How had I never seen someone as beautiful as you before?
I scrunched my eyebrows but obliged, untangling my fingers so our palms could meet,
A brief moment of contact that, somehow, instantly made my day.
You grinned at me, and I asked for your name.
"I don't know." You replied.
I laughed, and you waved a goodbye before walking away.
I knew that I might never see you again, but I allowed myself to watch you leave,
A moment that was practically nothing,
A moment that meant everything to me,
before I looked down with a smile on my face.
