moving toward the door,
from the corner of my eye,
I see your reflection.
turning slowly, trying not to be noticed,
I look for you again.
standing alone, surrounded by friends,
you seem so far away.
across the room and through the crowd,
your eyes meet mine.
smiling softly, waving slowly,
you mouth the words good-night.
I smile back and nod
in a casual, offhand way.
walking out of the bar and into the night,
a warm chill rises up my spine.
I‘ve seen you so many times before
but tonight feels like the first time
and I have to remind myself to breathe.
this is about a woman that i met once or twice and didn't pay too much attention to. crazy how things happen, but i went to a happy hour at Zim's and ran into her again. i never got a chance to talk to her and had to leave the party early. the rest is in the poem.
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