obtuse summit
Wednesday turns out busier than usual this week,
I miss the tingling wine blush glowing on my cheek.
Anticipation for change running around my mind,
Hoping for something or someone new I could find;
Will this be the day for the right guy, the right time?
Crowd noises and downtown lights excite me again,
But I didn’t expect much right until the very moment
Some hand holds mine; I look up and see your eyes
Glistening the way how fountain tiles reflect sunlight;
Must this be what a matchstick’s strike feels like?
What in the long gone, now rekindled old flame?
Adrenaline sparks and pulses through my veins,
Your good name escapes my lips and adds friction
Across a meter’s space, buzzing with electric tension;
I swear, there must’ve been some divine intervention.
And in your smile, I see our supercut flashing by:
Little things, big adventures, hellos, and goodbyes
Who would’ve known we’d ever cross paths again?
Far behind the young wild selves we’ve once been;
But if you want, I’ll let you in the second chance;
The door is open.
for the poetry series 'downtown promenade'. poem #2.
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magic marsh