Thursday, March 24, 2016


I remember strolling up to you
As you waited for me on the corner
Head down in your phone
Behind the faithful busker

I watched you and wondered
What you saw in me
What made you come
And wait

I grabbed your arm
And kissed your cheek
It triggered a smile
You squeezed me tight

You let me walk out to the ocean
By then my lips were chapped
But you kept on singing
That song about love

And nudging me
And searching
With your eyes
For my hand

And I almost released it
From its pocket-shelter
I swear I almost


My hand

In yours


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