Greekfest Boy

I don't know why I'm still thinking about you,
3 hours from when I saw you last.
I mean, I've never even talked to you
nothing, just a glance.

It's not just that I think you are absolutely gorgeous,
although that's why I first looked.

I guess it must be something about
the way you looked like you were having fun
doing your Greek dance in those knee-high boots
which could have looked ridiculous but did not in the least.
I know that you had some power when I first saw your face
off to the side while the little kids were dancing off beat
and you made me think of a million stories
that I wished were true.
Maybe it was your smile which I saw bright across the stage
and it made me wish it was pointed at me
and my heart jumped a little bit when I thought, just for a second,
that maybe it was.
I think it had something to do with how you made that girl
who looked miserable the entire time you all were dancing
smile.
I wanted to be her.
The grace you had when you clapped and stomped and jumped and kicked
your way through a succession of Greek dances.
You were never the leader, but you definitely stood out
to me.

And now I can't find your name anywhere
and I can't get your face out of my head.

All I can do is hope that I'm meant to meet you again.