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.


self-doubt lurks…

She walks away

courage cursed.


after believing in herself,

to quiet aisles of fluorescent light

and mopped floor scented air,

missing her chance.

He wasn’t there.

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  1. Mike U.

    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. 🙂

    1. Kirsten

      Thank you, Mike! Those moments never fade. 🙂

  2. mercutio

    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.

    1. Kirsten

      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. 😊

      1. mercutio

        Well I look forward to it, any kind of feedback is always a thrill. Hope you enjoy.

      2. mercutio

        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

      3. Kirsten

        Lol! My pleasure!


    Yet, another very interesting work by you, Kirsten.
    You are an amazing writer.
    I really appreciate your work.
    Best wishes

    1. Kirsten

      You’re too kind! Thank you so much Devang, that means a lot to me. 🙂


        Please keep sharing.
        Would wait for your next blog

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