I first saw him
at a barely used library in my old hometown
He kept to himself most of the time
But he never failed to show at the same time everyday
4 o' clock, thats when he'd always appear
He had messy brown hair and ice blue eyes
He hardly wore shorts
A t-shirt and jeans would always do
He read a lot, mainly of mystery and suspense
Although he took a couple scientific books home with him one day
He rarely did take books home though
He seemed to prefer reading them in the library
Alone, in the same spot every time
I don't think he ever noticed I was even there
But I showed up at 4 everyday, just as he did
Every once in awhile I found it more interesting to read him rather than the book I had selected
I never did get the courage to speak to him
I just watched him and admired him from wherever I was
Hidden behind my books
I'm still not sure why I visited that library so much
I loved reading, but then again he was on my mind most of the time
To this day I regret my lack of confidence
Because years later I found that it wasn't the books he came for
