It was a class outing,
One I didn’t really want to go.
A lazy pig I was,
I simply didn’t want to show.
I hated gatherings like these,
Where one had to force a smile.
It simply wasn’t my style.
I do not remember much,
That day seemed like a blur;
Except for that special time,
When I kicked a ball around with her.
“Are you ambidextrous?” she asked,
After I kicked it with my left;
But I hesitated to reply,
And pretended to be deaf.
[You see, I didn’t know what it meant,
And was too embarrassed to ask;
If I asked her for its meaning,
At me would she not have laughed?]
“You can kick with both feet?” she continued,
And I thus had it understood.
What she meant to say was that
My footy was really pretty good!
“Yeah, sort of,” I replied,
Being the humble little me,
And kicked the ball back to her,
So my ambi-skills she could see.
I never thought I’d fall in love,
And definitely not that night;
But fall in love I did,
And it never felt so right.
As with many poems, a little background on the author’s background can help in its understanding. I highly recommend you read one of my later posts, The Vacuum in My Heart to fully grasp the meaning behind this poem.
I love to read and write. Professionally, data science, technology, and sales ops are my thing. In my non-professional life, I aspire quite simply to be a good person, and encourage others to do the same. For those who care, I test as INFJ/INTJ (55/45?) in the MBTI.