A hashtag kind of night.

I turned around and 

There he was. 

Shirt half untucked.

Tie pulled loose. 

Shaggy hair in his eyes. 

Mischief on his face. 

And a smile that can light up your whole world. 

I turned around and 

There he was. 

Leg to the side. 

Shirt all neat. 

Sweeping his hand through 

His messy hair. 

I turned around 

And I looked for him. 

For the smile so sweet. 

For the simple sparkle in his eye. 

For his hand running though his hair. 

For his look of determination.  

I looked for him on a 

Hashtag kind of night.