Something I needed to Say V2

*Author's Note: So, my life has been completely boring and I'm the type of person who says whatever is on my mind, so I don't really have anything I needed to say. I feel redundant only writing about the anime world, which I know a lot of people can't relate too. Sorry...Anywho, here's some info so you know what the poem is referencing. This poem is mainly about a cosplayer, someone who makes an outfit to look identical to their fave anime/manga/videogame character. And I'm lame and wrote this about one such person...*

A Pause At Anime Detour V.2

Silver hair cascaded down your back.
Toned just right, styled perfection.
Oceanic contacts gazed confidently forward.

The deep, dark vest,
double zippers glowing.
You didn't seem bothered by the Minnesota cold,
in our white sleeveless jacket.
Which was, by the way,
trimmed to an exact replica.
Perfection from the first snap,
down to the trim of your jeans.

Mesmerized by your authenticity.
In a trance from your skill.
It was as if Riku had leaped from the game,
to straight in front of me.
And of course,
I wanted to glomp you.
But I held back,
waited from afar.

Tearing my eyes from you, I looked,
at my own outfit, a black cloak.
Mediocre at best,
Red clouds, some not even sew in,
held in with hot glue.

However, it did take me all summer.
Pride was something I couldn't contain.
Thinking back,
to my own Riku cosplay.
Still at home,
a work in progress.

After seeing yours,
desire to make mine better coursed through me.
Looking back up,
noting the lack of people.
You had left,
melting back into the crowd.

Missing my chance to say,
nice cosplay.