Happenstances Shifting.


Happenstance Shifting.


In that brief interlude
when our eyes
met and held
I saw immense possibilities
cradled in the bend
of your smile.

The soprano whisper
of your "Hello,"
was like a literary feast
to my hungry heart,
but time is a slavemaster
and we were driven on.

It did not grant us
the wile away moments
to delve deeper,
into your pale blue orbs
of magnificent beauty,
nor a platform for
my affection dancing
in verbs off my tongue.

But there are
always tomorrows
hanging on untorn pages,
and dates to pencil in
when perchance
we might meet again,
and open the doors
to our trembling

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