|to the beautiful woman i said hello to at the coffee shop that morning|
i leapt over rationalization's reasoning
and crawled through the thorns of acquatinances
bumping past accessorizing businessmen with bluetooth earpieces,
shoulders brushing those of women with meticulous mascara.
when i breathlessly reached the subway
i used my hands as plastic shovels in sandy pockets
but my two dollar prize to ride this path to you
was nowhere to be found,
so i traded a homeless gentleman my socks
for a minute with his guitar
and i strummed a love song i wrote to nobody, originally,
but maybe wrote for you, now
and collected quick tips to catch the ride to Heaven
but it subbed way down the tracks before i could finish thanking my gruffed helper
and he didn't mind--he just exclaimed
so i did, while checking my watch with embered intensity.
you'd be gone soon.
the subway didn't stop
so i tried to remember your smile
and in doing so i floated
all the way to the real thing;
into the coffee shop you were at,
just like when i first saw you two days ago, same time.
and, no socks, sweating, cuffs uncuffed
i told you i liked your hair.
but what i really meant
was i liked how you were worth every piece of that moment.
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