I saw her again.
And the floor seemed to just fall.
It’s that lump in my throat that blocks my voice and almost strangles me.
Just standing next to you makes me dizzy. I sneak glances at your eyes and eye lashes,
the edges of your lips, and the corner of your mouth.
My co-worker is there too, and greets me by name. Did you hear it? I keep hoping
someone will says yours, too.
I’m also hoping you will smile when I manage to say, “Good morning.”
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad and hoping-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you pass out from lack of oxygen and anticipation, email the link to Lovelorn Poets! We’ll preserve those someone-smiles-syllables for all eternity.