I can picture a room,
quiet and a sunlit gleam
cast across shadows,
hers and mine
a summer afternoon.
I remember how pretty
I thought she was
how flattered I was
her attention with me.
~
I didn’t know what to do.
What she might want
would match up
in my mind,
yet,
when I looked in her eyes,
I could see wonder,
a curiosity
we both felt,
yet
later became too stoned to figure out why.
© Scott F Savage 12/2021
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