What if our crossing was a one-off event?
Never, we, to exchange another moment in time,
Prepared am I to accept that inevitable
What a shame to’ve missed an intriguing Valentine
Such a secret has arisen, Kai, I’ve told no one
A love locksmith am I, my very thoughts of you,
They dive and then resurface out of my control
Where you are this very hour, gosh, I haven’t a clue
Only imagine can I what remains of the encounter
Did my cologne linger like the fragrance of a rose?
As the scent of your presence haunts this writer still,
Your eyes, they shot rubies—for my poetry and prose
All I needed was a subject, a literary prompt of sorts
Had I known it would approach me on such a random day,
More questions might I’ve asked to garner a clear picture
Truth be told, withheld did I a few choice words to say
Have you ever been in love? How on earth did you know?
Was it a misreading of the leaves, a misleading of the heart?
When we spoke of your Canton and my long-ago Jackson
Of my life and that of yours did we somehow become a part?
A fleeting moment in time, a romantic clock doth chime
It began to tick no sooner than when you walked away,
Your locks did sway with each step of your departure
You never uttered a goodbye, perhaps you chose to delay
The inevitable—dare I say we may never meet again
It won’t be the first of this writer’s broken heart,
Take it in stride like much of my thus volatile life
And there shall you remain an indelible work of art
For wherever you are, should this letter greet your eye
Your thinking of our encounter, consider it a sign,
That hug of remembrance holds special meaning
Kai, allow me the privilege of your Valentine
Tender are my thoughts,
Pamper the woman . . . with a distinguished ask. -Rg2
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