The Moment
I can’t remember how I was before you -
what I was feeling, doing, or where my heart was.
I can’t remember how I lived before you -
how the days were, the evenings, the nights.
I remember I was sometimes lonely, lost somehow.
I’d forgotten who I was meant to be, neglecting me.
Automaton in the every day; going through the motions,
with no notion of what love truly was, or passion.
It was mundane - grey, transparent, colourless.
Cloudy in my heart, trudging through the motions,
bland emotions, no piquant of tenderness or intimacy.
No heart rush, or fluttering of butterflies - just still.
And then I saw you - the dark, sultry eyes, the silent desire.
The mystery of not knowing, the quickening of breath.
a chemical reaction, undeniable attraction, and I saw it too,
in you as you stared across the room, making me uneasy.
I fidget in my chair, sensing you there, but trying not to look.
Then our eyes meet, and we’re suspended in the moment -
then - just there - knowing there was no way back.
Knot already tied. The red thread of fate binding us eternally.
Copyright ©
Helen J Radford
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