Waiting For You
I remember, years ago, how the hair would
stand up at the nape of my neck,
A shiver, tickle its way up my spine...
And I'd know, without looking,
That you had entered a room.
I'd search for you, discreetly, coyly,
Look for your broad shoulders, listen for
the warm, comforting cadence of your voice,
Hoping that despite the distance,
And a crowded room,
I would catch your eyes...
That I would hold your attention, however
briefly, and be gifted with the quirky smile
That was so uniquely yours.
Even now my heart skips a beat
Remembering your breath,
Warm and sweet against my hair.
Your lips, gentle and reverent, as they
brought mine to life.
Stupefied that you had chosen me.
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