Haunted

This is a poem that I wrote, after coming home from the Media, Comics and Movie Expo in London during May 27-28th this year.

I met one of the celebrity guests there, and this is the poem, inspired by two moments that will forever haunt me.

Haunted

It was just one moment
In which I was stuck for words
I was nervous to speak first
I could not say much
But somehow you haunted me
With just one look
You sent into curiosity

There you sat
Looking truly bored
Sat at a small table
Many people came to see you
Bt not many actually spoke to you
To just come and say hello
They all wanted a piece of you
On a piece on paper
But I knew
It was sometimes better
To just say hello

One person came to you
A signature you signed
You sighed
Looking tired
Thinking of somewhere other
Other than where you were
I knew I was just one more person
But somehow you knew something
Something that made you look

I took a thought
And decided to try and say hello
Not to be presumptious
But just to try and speak
You looked at me
And I froze
You looked my body up and down
Following my lines
I felt your eyes look at me
Even though I could not speak yet
I just froze

I took a deep breathe
And eventually I said hello
And it was nice to meet you
I said I thought you were a good actor
You said thankyou
I said
I thought it was better to say hi
You gave a knowing look
And gave me your hand to shake
I returned that gesture

You said thankyou again
And I was amazed
I was not sure what to say
I know what I said
You'd heard from others before
And it was kind of corny
I guess
My nerves showed in that
I was not sure how to take
That second thankyou
I never knew
What went through your mind

And now
Just one moment
That haunts me now
I left your table
And said
It was nice to meet you
And I knew you watched me leave
I was haunted by you
And curiously amazed at the same time
I thought of that moment
And I was haunted

I do not know
What went through your mind
When we came face to face
All I hope
Is that I made a fairly good impression
And that I did not seem naive

For you have
In one moment
Haunted me
For what will be
A long time
And I will never know for sure
Just what it was
That went through your mind
In that one moment
When I met you
All I know
Is that I am haunted
And I doubt
I will talk to you again