MIDDLE OF NOWHERE

There, I stood in the middle of Nowhere Staring at a figure I thought I knew somewhere Words lingered but sounds not dared I and the figure a glance we shared I felt my resolve weaken, my body sway As she met my gaze, acknowledging in her own way At first, she pretended not to care Like a toddler, my heart was racing out of fear. This trance continued playing on repeat Her hands slips and landed on my lips This session continued on a slow beat I awoke bewildered, with a lingering heat. In hindsight, it felt vivid, surreal, Like the taste of an evening meal. But like this poem's theme It was all but a dream.