Love Stories in Passing
An abridged history of my head in the clouds
She’s blonde and has highlights
and she’s walked right by you
too fast to have been caught by the ‘hello’ lodged in your throat
*
He’s shorter than you’d normally go for
but he’s got dark waves on top of his head
that make your heart pound
and you avoid making eye contact
up until he stands at the door ready to leave
and it’s too late
*
He’s got blue, blue eyes
like the ones you imagine when an author doesn’t describe them
like surprise, and sun filled skies, and a warm ocean
He’s also on the other side of a screen
and chances are he wouldn’t know you exist
even if you met him in person
*
She’s snarky and makes you nervous
she’s got humor like yours and you don’t know what to do with that
she’s all smiles and skin like she lives in the sun
you wish she’d smile at you
that is the first and last time you see her
*
He’s like every meet cute you’ve ever dreamed of
he’s the type you say you don’t have,
stupid tall and capable
strong hands and shoulders that can carry things, if only he’d been clumsy too
spilled his coffee near you, or bumped into the table at least
something to excuse you ignoring your friends story as you creepily watch him out of the shop
*
He’s gorgeous
his smiles are free and kind and lure you in
he’s easy to talk to and always has something interesting to say
he is a friend, and a friend, and a friend
then graduation came and gone
he was a friend, his dark eyes a warm memory
*
So many people ride the bus
that boy who caught your eye before walking down the steps
the woman who flipped her hair every two seconds
the person who’s shoulder brushed yours when they moved to stand up
the girl who asked if she could sit next to you
all of them here and then lost into the world
bus stop after bus stop
*
Each glance is like falling in love
the thought of brushed fingers, bumped shoulders
catching that special someones eye on the
train, plane, bus, or
across the room in the
mall, coffee shop, bookstore, library
every location a
fantasy conjured and promptly shattered
A million love stories written across my brain
only to be crumpled up and thrown away
A thousand love stories cursed to be told in passing
*
He’s kind, a little quirky
and his smile is a little crooked
She’s got some tangles in her hair
and obviously isn’t a morning person
Her hands clutching a mug
His eyes are calm, but his deep red cheeks
say something new
***
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