On June 5th Marc Broussard's performing in NY
I spot you in the crowd, come up and ask "May I?"
Why oh why, dear Lord, I met you once again?
It's bitter sweet. This awful joy. I don't complain.
You turn 'round, surprised to see me standing there.
You are caught off guard, you smile and touch your hair.
Hi Olga! Wow! Looking great! Who could have thought?
Meeting's delightful, many memories it brought.
You're approaching closer, give me greeting hug.
I waited for this moment for such a long time.
I'm so damn happy as if a squeaking pug
As owner's face appears. Shortly but you'll be mine!
Right, so how long are you in town for? I ask.
Still trying to keep my shy face under the mask.
Oh just for the weekend to see Broussard's show
But now that you appear here like summerly snow
Well I might just spend a few more extra days.
Bloody fire! Wait! Oh are you for real, I wonder?
I stare at you drowning in the eyes. Amazed.
It's summer storm inside and loud roaring thunder.
Marc sings, we sing along. Such great atmosphere!
Met again. At all odds we weren't supposed to meet!
I wait out to ask you "Let's get out of here?"
Here goes all self growth work! I'll start with empty sheet...
Copyright © Agatha Jetaime | Year Posted 2015
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