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Sweet Response

Posted at 12:46 am by a quiet man, on October 2, 2021

It happened one night

just like the movies

she and him walking away

yet sticking close

the rains meant something

walking around the block

she would be near

and then he sometime away

both of them

wandering yet staying close

staying close

staying some sort of definition.

Until then,

we did find our way home,

unsure, lacking a romance,

and yet later she said

days later

weeks later even

“I wish you had hugged me.”

Posted in poetry, the 'be' series, writing | 0 Comments | Tagged eyes, hug, rain, walk

I one time took a walk through an art gallery. I was with a friend and we both had a particular stake in mind. Our goal was to make it through the gallery in one piece because we were both high. We were traveling at lightning speed in our heads having felt our minds slow down to a crawl enough to invest in awareness of everything around us. This feeling was compounded with a general anxiety that burst exponentially in comparison to a regular day.

I remember for me I went to my favorite pieces and throughout my travails discovered a woman in black. I say so with no degree of embellishment. She was indeed someone who holds a later story. For now I want to speak of my friend, and general concern and empathy for what he was going through. He was certainly an introvert and didn’t enjoy being around people. The gallery was sparsely populated today so that helped his state of mind a great deal.

Later would be our cathartic trip that neither of us ever imagined. We walked out of the art gallery with two different ideals in mind. I personally believed a woman in black followed me throughout the gallery, myself being far too self-conscious to imagine a conversation or interaction. I felt flattered and equally humbled by having such an occasion occur. My friend on the other hand was relieved. He made it through portions of the gallery and felt satisfied. We proceeded out the door with a sense of accomplishment – an education of sorts.

We walked right into a courtyard celebration of spring and all the blossoms and beauty of a peak time of year, on a sunny day, with an energy festive and important. I realized in the moment a dear friend of mine was playing the violin on a set up stage for the event. She was in a band and and would take break soon. I looked at my friend and said we are going to have to hold a conversation with her. His eyes looked at me with panic, and I suggested he let me do all the talking. We will move on fast.

So we did just that. Jenny came up to us, we spoke of the events of the day. She was moving to Philadelphia soon so we chatted that up a bit. I introduced her to my friend as sort of a parting goodbye, and my friend looked at Jenny and said,

“It’s like one big living room out here.”