She was speaking behind me
Casually to another party
And the more she spoke
The more distracted I became
Or- I really should state
The more I became focused
Not so much on her words
But on her voice, its inflections
It was soothing and yet
Seemingly heartbreaking all at once
I felt as if I was at an opera- blind
Listen to some foreigner language
But somehow understood natively
Like my soul- was telling my story
Of love- sought- found- only to lose it
Cold chills rushed through my body
And simultaneously heat ignited
Within the core of my essence
As if finally, someone seen- me
My eyes were filled with tears
It was an emotional symphony
being played aloud- in silence
Half sadden, the other half from joy
I felt understood, moved- touched
I had to turn around and look
See who this was, that was speaking- me
And when I did, she too had moved
Our elbows encountered briefly
She barefacedly stared towards me
It was there- in that moment
I froze briefly, mesmerized really
Like a deer in headlights, waiting
Waiting for the world to move
For the universe to speak to me
Or send death calling; run me over
It was her eyes- solidifying- time stoppage
There were simply microseconds
Yet seemed like slow minutes
I simply stuttered in my apology
And I recall she was doing the same
Both of us red-faced yet caught
In something welcomed, something
That neither of us could explain
We clumsily went our separate ways
In shock, wearing grins of happenstance
Stepping queerly, I looked back once
Just to see if she was looking at me
She wasn’t, but a few steps later
I felt this tremendous urge to look again
Similar to fight or flight- confused
But I was also afraid to be disappointed
It was so intense, tears arrested my eyes
So, with all my might, I resisted
I didn’t want to lose “that moment”
I needed to understand it, cherish it
Until later, when my fear became regret
Did I refuse to partake- in fate?
Has my sip at love, passed me by?
Every day, I’m hauntedly reminded
Of that moment, that rush of intensity
I re-question myself time after time
Sipping on coffee, better prepared
After my lesson of “seizing the moment”
As I sit here, on that same stool, waiting
Until I hear my soul- telling my story
Of love found and kept through…her inflections
Poet of the Light © 2018
What a beautiful moment
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Yes, when they come.
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Sometimes it’s about recognizing them in the moment. Sometimes you don’t realize it was an important moment until it has long passed.
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Yes, I agree. Which then begs the questions; if we missed such a moment and realize it in hindsight, will another come and if it does come…will we be ready for another chance?
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god, I sure hope so. I sure hope so.
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As do I. Keep the faith.
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You will hear it again.
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Perhaps you’re right. Time will tell.
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Ah, these moments… Excellent rendering!
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Thank you and yes…those moments.
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They are the salt of life.
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Salt, the most important seasoning that amalgamates everything.
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