The first time I saw her,
her posture, her gait, her demeanor,
I wondered about her,
at a glance,
I stood no chance,
yet,
I was compelled to know her.
We did find each other
a few days later,
our eyes began to speak without words,
sitting in a coffee shop one morning
we listened to everything around us,
while we found each other’s soul
occasional glance away,
then return,
smile.
We took off that morning,
a Volvo wagon,
circa ’79,
we drove around town,
swept by school,
we imagined,
moving to California together,
until the sun began to set,
we returned the car.
Our fantasy had begun to unravel.
yet we still looked in each other’s eyes,
we still sought our soul,
smile.
© Scott F Savage 4/2020
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