It started.
Just an inkling.
Just a random, friendly hug
a poke
a kick
a playful nudge
a little hidden smile
a glint of just-a-moment-longer
eye-to-eye
a look
(the look)
a longing
sneaking, hopeful
half wishful-thinking
half did I just see that?
wanting, and yet
wanting not to cause a ripple
on quiet waters,
or muddy an image,
or trod on smiles-
yet further
not willing to release my grasp
not wanting to just throw it to the sky again
forget and never see his face
a minute past the final bell.
no way.
and live a life like that?
wondering about what could have?
would have?
should have?
Never.
So, at lengthly costs,
at regrettable prices...
Yes, he caused her tears to drop
and yes, I shattered them further.
what more could I do?
Lie away?
Shy away from him?
Knowing that she won't be there come 2 months?
Have us BOTH without love?
All three, even?
No.
So I went with the inkling
of what I knew all along
I went with a random, friendly hug
a poke
and a kick
and a playful nudge.
Returned each hidden smile
with mine.
held eye-to-eye
out of heartfelt, held back yearning.
Most of all
it was a look
(the look),
that made me slip
a (very large) pebble
finally
catastrophically
tsunamically
into the pond.

05/22/2003

Posted on 05/23/2003
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