Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Open Letter, For Whom I Linger

I'd never been to the place where we met before. I didn't even live here yet.

A friend brought me to the place where we met.

Our eyes met from across the room in the place where we met.

You took my number from across the table in the place where we met. And you used it. The very next day.

We tried to meet again, but I didn't live here yet, and I was with a friend.

I told you I would come back.

And I did.

We found each other again, in a different town, far away from the place that we met.

Our eyes met from across the pool. They met again from across the restaurant, and then again from across the parking lot. We didn't know we'd already met.

You gave me your name again, and I gave you mine. And then we realized, we'd found each other. Again.

But I still didn't live here yet. I told you I could come back.

And I did come back. I came back for work. I came back for vacation. I came back for myself. I came back for you.

I kept coming back, and you kept coming to meet me - late night, overnight, early morning, never letting go, never holding back.

And then you stopped.

But I was coming, I was almost here.

And then I was here, and you were gone.

And so I had to find you. I couldn't stay away.

And now I return to the place where we met, just to see you.

I went on a date to the place where we met, even though you weren't there to see me.

I feel close to you in the place where we met.

You're mine in the place where we met.

Our eyes still meet in the place where we met, across the room, across the bar, across the table and across the stool.

My heart leaps and my fingers tingle in the place where we met. My eyes well and my legs cross. My arms fold but my hands reach.

But there's no tonight after the place where we met. I have to leave you in the place where we met.

I know I can find you in the place where we met.

I'll keep coming back to the place where we met.

Even long after you're no longer there.

And maybe we'll find our way back to each other again.

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