It reminds me of when I liked
the scientist who lived in my dorm,
and he knew about Plato too.
He was a tall guy, rough around
the edges, not thin, but manly.
His roommates thought he was weird,
but I thought he was beautiful.
I could smell him from across a room,
and I wanted to touch him.
Constantly.
We wrestled on the couches
in the common room and he
smeared frosting over my face once
and we laughed and just once
we kissed.
just once.
late at night.
the girl down the hall who hated
all the other girls.
They drank vodka one night
while I stayed behind to study biology
and he fell for her, her exotic ways,
her esotericism,
things I never could be.
I sat on the steps one night,
and listened to them talking in the
common room.
My heart broke so hard,
I didn't have the energy to leave.