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by Richard Vince

Do you remember
The smiles as you walked through the door?
All those eyes focussing on you
As their owners hoped for a dance.
I wished I could dance so I might
Know who had caused such a stir.

From wherever you came,
You brought joy, almost visible as
Light turning mediocrity to wonderment.

I was introduced to a few people,
But you were the one
I really wanted to meet,
Like a secret I couldnÂ’t bear
Not to know.

All you gave me was the odd
Disdainful look of casual dismissal,
So I was left to watch you
Through the glass as another
Nervous young man trod gently
On your toes, and you tried to be
Supportive.

I want to turn you into a story:
A painfully beautiful tale of
A hopelessly besotted man
Learning to dance so he could
Look into your eyes for just
A few short minutes.

To fictionalise you would be
To degrade the reality of you
Of which I saw but a fraction.
It was enough to stain my memory
Indelibly with the lost, futile hope
Of knowing who you are.

02/02/2007

Posted on 03/20/2007
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Laura Doom on 03/20/07 at 08:35 PM

One of the reasons I enjoyed this was the contrast between introduction and conclusion. The opening question invites an inference that it forms part of an intimate conversation - a fond, nostalgic memory shared, whereas the concluding, unfolded reality is an admission of rueful ignorance. Also the authentic recreation of a distant, displaced atmosphere held my attention as I peered through the glass, though not too darkly :)

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