WHEN???

Every time I think of that place,
There’s someone in my mind I can’t erase;
The thought of remembering his face,
And imagining our distance separated by how many paces.

I used to see him sitting silently,
But I noticed there were times he looked at me so differently;
Puzzling of what those stares could have meant,
I cut off my eyes and tried to stare back and be evident.

For consecutive weeks of seeing him, I set aside what I feel,
The odd feeling upon seeing him I always conceal;
From that moment when I make a glance,
I’d see to it that I wouldn’t be caught, so I’d jump at the chance.

All those events just happened before,
And it seems the story between us had closed its door;
I’m looking forward to see him again,
But the question is-where would it be and when?