Through my lenses.

I was in my favorite pair of trousers, brown ones, arranging files.
He walked in. Tidy, smart, in a run, for that interview he had to take.

Winter. Maybe it was January. His birth month.
I am not so sure of.
The first time I saw him.
He got in. I just left.

It was july.
Momos, it was something he liked back then I guess.
A flirt. A charmer.
For me, A superviser.

His shades, ever surprising.
His hues, a halo.
A surprise. Unpredictable.
And,
Something that is common in between.
 Books and our Weirdness.