Cobblestones

It wasn't the first kiss
or the dance you held with me,
It wasn't the night we shared
or the glances you gave,
It wasn't Othello you spoke,
But I did melt a bit,
It wasn't your skin evoked
subtly upon mine,
Or my pinky in yours entwined,
It wasn't the premonition
of five years to come,
or the love for words we share
although that touched my core.

It was that gentle knock
outside my wall;
As you waited for my call.