A short poem, about as close to a love poem as I have ever written.
Smiling
I didn't mean to smile.
I didn't mean not to smile.
I was just waiting for you,
people watching
eavesdropping,
not worrying that you were late
that there was some confusion
that traffic was snarled,
just waiting for you.
When I saw you I felt my face
soften into a smile
and through me a spiral
of happy hormones felt good
for my health,
for my heart.
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3 years ago
4 comments:
June girlfriend, that is just lovely and a surprise.
Thanks, Diane, I am definitely not a June,moon,croon type about love poetry.
Thanks, Diane, I am definitely not a June,moon,croon type about love poetry.
June -- good for you -- love poems are good for the soul -- barbara
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