Your Chance

Near closing time

they find each other

on repeat

in quiet aisles of fluorescent light

and mopped floor scented air.

A fantasy difficult to resist,

what is this becomes what if

As lingering smiles

hint possibilities,

of a new love blueprint.

Yet,

self-doubt lurks…

She walks away

courage cursed.

Returning

after believing in herself,

to quiet aisles of fluorescent light

and mopped floor scented air,

missing her chance.

He wasn’t there.

written by kirsten curcio
written by kirsten curcio

Kirsten is a mother and wife. She has driven through the Smoky Mountains twice, survived a hurricane, and loves nature, travel, art, and photography.

Ghost Human Bones offers fiction lovers short stories and poetry. Dive into surreal, romantic, funny, haunting myths of our world and beyond by Kirsten Curcio.
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