I wanted to meet you.
I watched you as you
watched the band.
Our eyes met a couple times
and we both cracked those small,
self-conscious smiles that say
it's OK to meet,
but then we quickly looked away,
neither knowing what to say.
But some guy sure did.
He gabbed a mile-a-minute
with you and your friend,
mostly your friend.
And as the band took a break
I quietly left Club Blue
and went home alone again,
blowing a perfectly good chance
to meet you.
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My inner poet begs to be set free. Some of these musings are old, some are new; some observed, others lived. Enjoy.
2 comments:
How many moments in our lives are just like that? How many missed opportunities? I suppose it's the ones that we think about years later that we really should have gone for.
Nice piece. :)
-velvet
This one is real for me and I definitely wonder about it. It was 18 years ago and I remember it like it was last night.
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