Serena Malcolm

#NaPoWriMo Day Six

Today’s prompt was to write a poem of possibility. Filled with coulds and shoulds and woulds. I chose to write a poem about a split second fantasy, about a possible outcome of a relationship sparked by a chance meeting.

Barista

She
calls out my name
and at the same
time
her eyes meet mine
she reaches an arm
like a slender vine
and our fingers
meet and
tenderly intertwine
fleetingly
brush
causing catalytic rush
as i take the cup
but linger in
her touch a second too long
i know it’s wrong
but time stands still
a thousand pictures
like and old fashioned reel
spin through my mind
play out a future
hers and mine
a future fatted with love
where
she is enough
and
i am enough
and we
believe
so effortlessly
that we know why life exists
that
this is it
we
are the way
are the truth
are the life
it just feels
right
and i know
that she too
feels this truth
this
necessary chemistry
this prophetic possibility
as she
hands me
my coffee
we are both moved
but though that may well be true
maybe too
we both knew
it would be too much
her guarded smile
now tells me such
as she breaks our touch
and bids me good day
and the man
who stands behind me
takes my place
as i walk
away.