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It Was Only Just A Dream

I have liked you for some time.
There is an ease with you I have not felt with a woman since I cannot remember when.
There is an innocence to your affection for me.
Yet, sometimes I think I see more in your eyes, in the look you seem to save just for our time together.
Our flirting is innocent, but is there more underneath it all?
Are you waiting for me to make the first move?
That would be your style.
You are not shy, but you are a woman who knows what she wants in a man.
Your man should know your signals and signs and show the confidence that you yourself exude.
But I hesitate. And you walk away.
But I cannot get you off my mind.
I’m talking to my best friend about you and it happens…
I tell him that I am in love with you.
He laughs and I tell him to shut up, this is serious.
I’ve never felt like this with anyone and I think she feels the same.
I tell him, that’s it, I am going to walk in there, walk up to her and kiss her deeply.
I will know from her reaction if my instincts have been true.
I am now inside and searching for you.
I find you, but your demeanor has changed.
You’re upset, troubled.
The time is not right, so we talk.
It’s now later and we’re out with friends.
And we’ve fallen again into our ease and comfort and affection.
Your signs, your signals, your look… have all returned.
They all affect me like a warmth travelling through my chest and tummy, giving me goosebumps outside and in.
I am now certain about us.
And then…

I wake up from the dream.

I realized… it was only just a dream.

October 13, 2019 , 9:42AM - Posted by | Love, My Poetry, Poetry

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