Poetry

The Night I Met Her

Yes, I noticed her too.

She... drew me to her, there was an understated light

in her eyes.

She's an actress; she could hide from me.

But she didn't.

No, I didn't know.

It wouldn't have changed anything.

The noise was everywhere,

the flashing lights touched upon her golden hair,

she glowed.

Yes, I did.

I still do.

I love her.

She was beautiful, but she had no idea.

The world didn't see.

I did.

The fear in her head was overshadowed by

the excitement in her heart.

She smiled more.

She laughed louder and longer.

Her eyes watched me.

Being close to her was intoxicating.

She had been hovering in the doorway and

was now just coming from the darkness

into the light.

We laughed.

We drank.

We ate.

We watched each other.

No, but if I had I wouldn't have let her

say no.

It's funny how everything ended up.

I watched her walk away, smiling,

wondering if I would

ever see her again.

Now she's my wife.

She's there everyday when I wake up.

She holds my hand, and I hold hers.

Yes, yes she is.

She is beautiful.

She is love.

She's in my smile, in my laugh, in my promise.

She's the warmth in my bed,

the last thing I know before I sleep,

my dream and why I wake.