I saw her again today
Or, I should say, a glimpse of her
It purposely happens that way
Rounding some odd corner
Or, entering a fresh floral room
Prevalent of her skins perfume
Masterfully, she appears out of nowhere
She’ll disappear just as suddenly
While being everywhere, on fringes
My mind, my heart- mostly my soul
Often, I become found by strangers
Seemingly frozen but attentively listening
Sometimes it’s her unique laughter
Reverberating softly in some background
Like a favorite song, always noticeable
Or maybe her phraseology stands out
Being used by some other similar speaker
And I get lost in the words, my train of thought
As I scour my surrounds to find- her face
A face I often see reflecting ever briefly
In some random mirror, or glass, as if
We’re playing hide and seek again
Like little children- toying with one another
Inside tourist shops on our ventures
Seeking clues hidden in reflections
She just has that uncanny ability
To be ever present- while being hidden
She loves playing hide and seek
It’s how we really met, in happenstance
I easily lost her back then- she followed me
To some nearby coffee shop instead
Unexpectedly she sat down smiling
Almost gloating, asking, where her coffee was
I swear, she’s refreshed the taste of her kiss
At the break of each new dawn as I slept
She’s still winning in every…glimmering reflection
Poet of the Light © 2018
