Reaching Out

From across the room

My eyes glanced upon perfection

I turned away

Blushing

Was I ready to be a part of the crowd?

My short red skirt and 3" heels

Were brand new

I bought them for this event

My black silk blouse

Fit perfectly

My nerves took control

As I walked toward the crowd

I reached my hand out

Needing to feel it

To hold it in my hand

I gave a sharp glance

As someone pushed me away

Not recognizing me

I pushed back

Needing to get closer

Reaching in once again

I ran my fingers down its spine

Its jacket was smooth

Cool to the touch

Reading the title

And seeing my name

In the perfect font

It was everything I had expected

And so much more

Finally, I took hold of it

Possessed it

Thought about running away

Until my thoughts were interrupted

A voice broke through my haze

"Will you sign this for me, please?"

I took his pen and closed my eyes

And scribbled my name across the page

Hours later, leaving for home

My husband placed his hand on my shoulder

Whispering, "I'd say that went smoothly!"