Two people one world a moment between them
I met her in my mind. It seemed like the safest place to meet. I climbed the earth from one side and when I reached the top she was there. It is always the look. How do you describe it? Is it me wishing or is it real? You know those sorts of smiles that travel like a frisbee and land on your face and all you can do is smile back.
What am I looking at? My own fantasy or what? The eyes communicate so much. It is as if life itself is in our eyes. You know those sort of eyes that communicate well being, warmth, affection.
I then I remember it happened for real in the youth hostel in 1989 in Washington DC. She was French and between us, there was little language but somehow we communicated throughout the night. I received a letter from her weeks later but it was a moment it was not more.
And again a memory comes 1985. Again her eyes sparkled and smile struck. Did she really mean for me to call? I did anyway. She let me in. She climbed one side of the world and I the other. There were moments but they ended.
Dublin 1990. It was a Georgian House. I found the address. She was a friend though I had noticed how her eyes sparkled and her smile. It wasn’t planned but somehow we met, it was a moment to be tucked away in the heart of youth.
I was seated in a English lecture room. I caught her gaze, she smiled I was smitten. It took time, she climbed the earth from one side and me from the other. We met, there were moments, many of them. How long would we dance on the top of the earth? The moments were many but there was an end.
Is it like an eclipse, like a day that the moment will come and then it will go?
We find we lose, we find, we lose though all the while it is the moment that lasts in the safest place.
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