"Past my time"

He got me thinking
Not from my head
And left me wondering
Instead,

Bumped into him in the corridoor
While I stole a glance
Buying myself a coffee
And a chance,

He said Hello
And before a Goodbye was said
I heard a thousand words
Unsaid,

Saw him tomorrow
Watching me lose my mind
And falling short of expressions
Falling behind,

The gap of impression
Didn't discourage me at all
Every minute was significant
Yet small,

Another conversation
A story untold
The same old rusty corridoor
Turning cold,

He made me hold my breath
Ask the intended
It was like choking on air
Dead,

He was waiting for some today
While I simply stared
I stood there
Unprepared,

Once again I had
Made a mistake twice
It was no virtue of mine
Yet no vice,

The coffee in the aisle
With an emotion free
Took me by surprise and
Cost me,

He got me thinking
Not from my head
And left me hoping we'd never
Met..