Watching you build bridges
Long, winding, complicated
Your eyes focussed, the edges
Crinkled, each crease indicating
One more hurdle in the fabric
Of this living.
The music blaring, yet I know
You can't hear a single word
Your mind playing a symphony
Of its own construction, as you
Slowly piece together another
You've hit an obstacle, and you
Try to hide it, but it shows
In the way you're narrowing
Your eyes, in the tension in your
Shoulders, in the stubborn set of
Your full lips.
You've solved it, and all the signs
Disappear, tossed away like a
Lover you never intended to keep
Your eyes lit up with the light of
Victory, the air stained with the
Perfume of success.
The bridge is almost complete
Your hair hides your face but
I know you're smiling, and as you
Place that final piece, right in front
Of me, you look up expectantly
And I strike a match.