He finally stopped talkin'
A wave of relief washed over him
Surprised how easily came the words
As easily as how the words came
When he had ahold of a good poem
He felt scared, vulnerable; but good
A feeling he'd never felt before
He had never opened up,
Opened himself, not to anyone
She watched him with those beautiful eyes,
Those eyes he could look at all day long
Her look told him she had heard
Every word and understood
She ran her pretty fingers
Through her hair,
He loved it when she did that,
She began to talk
And he was in awe
Not just because what she said
Made so much sense, which it did
She was so insightful and
So wise and;
So damn good lookin'
No, he was amazed
And so moved that she had shared
Part of her story with him
He just could not get over the fact
That she was there, that they were havin'
Made him wonder, was this real?
Or an Inception moment?
He wished he had a totem
To spin to see if he was dreamin'
Whatever this was,
He did not want it to end
It felt so intimate and
One of his favorite memories
Perhaps his most favorite
Memory of all
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