I Watched Poem by Nick Leow

'i watched'

i almost missed him—
high up,
still.

the kind of stillness
that doesn't ask
to be seen.

he didn't move.
just stayed,
like he belonged
where others wouldn't think
to look.

people passed.
no one noticed.
but i did.
and the longer i stood there,
the more it felt
like he knew something
i hadn't asked myself
in a long time.

he didn't climb
to be seen.
i could feel that.

he climbed
because he could.
and somehow,
that felt
like a reason
i hadn't let myself believe in.

i stayed there
longer than i meant to.

not because he moved—
but because
i didn't.