downtown romance

don’t remember how we met
or even what state we might have been in
we could have been in a train or maybe a store
not likely we were in a bar unless it was a holiday
the outfit i was wearing is the same one i always have on
only your eyes lighting up when we met not your clothes
was it a monday morning or a friday night i don’t know
now that i think i do know your hair was up
rings on every one of your fingers except one
off behind you somewhere there was a plant
must have handed my attention over completely
as those first words come out of your mouth
never felt so elevated just by a simple conversation
could not possibly have dreamed where this future leads
every day and night just seems more close
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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