apersonaljourney – stories of love

Sitting in the waiting room,

another session,

a disclosure,

or perhaps not as much

as it might be a listen,

lots of eye contact

counting upon guidance,

when realizations might bring the human condition

to stand alone and share the moment,

with each other

with a stranger

a trustworthy confidante

sorting through their own denial,

or is it comfort,

a satisfaction allows the moment

to be just that,

a quiet transport.

He walked in looking,

completely aware

everyone around him,

living lives,

showing a familiar glance,

and yet,

still could he ever possibly,

let go of that one day in December,

when over a year ago,

a couple,

did suddenly recognize

their own fallibility,

and yet still,

and yet even when opposed,

still did they choose

to hold one another,

allow compassion,

to design their passion

for one another

sweep me toward a new arena of emotion.

I would  or will not,

or wish, perhaps would rather

not

ever forget

that beauty, her persona,

this lovely nature of a sweet sensuality

entered my world

while I in my own quiet arena,

stood alone against the world,

wondered again,

if ever I might love

with such a sense of release,

my emotions my own,

yet confident

when her touch,

hands, eyes, shoulders, skin

might surround my world,

could become my world,

if only for this

moment,

quiet reflection,

a quiet moment,

this quiet man,

shhh … eyes

© Scott F Savage 2019