Tuesday, March 2, 2010


I stare from across the room at your
dark eyes
and darker hair
and imagine.
I imagine your smile
and it comes
in a flash.
I wink back.
My spirits sink as a stone
as you giggle.
I imagine us in a month-
wandering the streets of a foreign metropolis.
Perhaps I'll buy you a flower
from a vendor.
Perhaps I'll walk silently next to you,
hands at my side.
But I watch you anyway.
You live up to your name-
rare, almost impossible.
I promise to remember you exist.

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