Beyond Belonging

Approaching the doorway, our paths crossed

For the first and perhaps the last time.

Searching, flustered, and confused

For a station on the small hand-crank radio.

Murmuring about the lacking yield

For your desire was particularly set.

Inquiring the words of a broadcast herald

For they crackled into the crisp April evening.

Stoking the senses, your eyes quickly darted

For neither ear nor eye detected my arrival.

Noticing my presence, words ensued

For we both were alone, beyond belonging.

We stood beyond the borders of expectation

For a moment, beneath the frosted stars.