by Richard Vince
A friendly face in a strange city,
She is more intoxicating than
Anything this bar serves.
His friendly wave beckons her
From her friend and even from
Her drink. The heart she has
Hauled halfway across the country
Finds the energy to skip.
After a brief embrace, words are
Fast and few; all too soon,
They remember the separate
Reasons for their presence here.
She returns to the task in hand,
But he cannot: instead, he steals
Furtive glances until he stops
Waiting for courage and
Heads for home.
Posted on 10/25/2018
Copyright © 2018 Richard Vince
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/06/18 at 05:23 PM|
I especially like these lines: ...until he stops
Waiting for courage... How many times have I done this. Man, that would be a great theme for a poem in itself. You do a great job of painting the picture and wording the ambience and feel of the moment. Cool poem, Richard. Thanks.