Your sway is rhythm filled and your foot taps.
You lean your head ever so slightly to the left, which means you ‘re deep in thought.
These things distract me from every little random detail that I am consumed with, concerning the mile long line of people who are preventing me from charging on with my day.
I am stuck in one square foot of space, stepping forward only one inch at a time.
The obnoxious little girl in front of me playing, has become less annoying.
The childish song she sings becomes warped and garbled
As I become lost in thought, in memory, in us.
Well not us. There is no us.
I mean you and me…
But I couldn’t help but time travel
While I wished Scottie would beam me up.
You don’t see me.
You are about 6 tiles away.
Still too close for comfort though.
You don’t see me,
But I know you feel me.
I sense you coyly trying to look around,
To make sure whether or not your instincts about my presence are correct.
I pretend to look through my bag for whatever,
To give you the few seconds you need.
My peripheral vision confirms and I smile too hard on the insides for it not to manifest on my lips.
I look up instantly and our eyes lock.
Apparently smiles are contagious.
I wonder if the people around us can sense the reverse dichotomy,
Feel the merging not only of eyes, but of minds and synchronized memories.
Your look confirms my thoughts.
“Hi baby, nice to see you”
I respond likewise feeling warm inside my chest and places that I shouldn’t.
The line gets shorter, and as it starts to turn our distance does as well.
I tear my gaze away.
Though this discomfort does not come from the sharp pieces of a broken relationship.
It comes from floating remnants of the moans and sighs that we left in my bed, that I pieced together into a quilt to warm myself after fate decided that we would make exceptional friends instead.
Fate did. Not us.
It floats like a blanket of smoke in a 5 alarm fire and wraps us up in warm memories, almost choking us,
As we stand here in this cold clinical bank just going about our business.
Now, here we are gazing at a should’ve or a could’ve.
As the place empties my mind fills.
I get done before you do.
Even though I came after you, and you are still doing your business at the teller.
I snicker at that thought, as it saucily reminds me of something else about you.
I turn to leave and take a few steps, then do a 180, to find you staring at my exiting frame.
Your smile widens, and you reach out to embrace me as I approach you.
I inhale your neck, and you smell like Perry Ellis.
You inhale me and I smell like vanilla.
Familiar smells that heightened the sensations.
Some things never change.
I feel your hands on the small of my back and I close that extra inch of space and breathe you in one more time before I say goodbye.
You feel so good.
“Call me sometime” you whisper.
Then we let go like we did all those years ago.
I force myself to not look back, but I can feel you watching,
And I’m uncomfortable.