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.
Those fleeting moments… I’ve known plenty of them, and missed too many. I love the imagery of the fluorescent lights and freshly mopped floors (reminds me of some jobs I had in my youth). This is a wonderful piece of poetry, and it resonates with me. Nicely done, Kirsten. 🙂
Thank you, Mike! Those moments never fade. 🙂
Hey thanks for the follow back and sorry for all the random likes. I dig your stuff, it’s got a tender sort of tension to it that just feels nice to sit with.
You’re welcome! Haha, it’s all good. I’m sure I’ll do the same on your blog. I appreciate your kind words. Thank you for reading, and the follow. 😊
Well I look forward to it, any kind of feedback is always a thrill. Hope you enjoy.
I really don’t mean to disrupt you while you’re reading/looking but I just have to say that I’m beside myself over here watching these likes. It’s so exciting, like being in the same room but invisible at the same time. Ok, I’ll leave you be
Lol! My pleasure!