She spied him in a room of jumbled words
Across the space of comments he was there
Standing alone, looking nowhere
His gormless fish out of water expression
Gave her a rye smile.
Curious she approached
Said something about poetry,
They were as if magic words
He fired back ‘Maybe you should try some
It’s a beautiful way to express the way you feel.’
His encouragement stunned her
Why would he waste his time on her?
A lowly writer, struggling to finish a book
A book that cut her more than she admitted.
But she was piqued in ways she never experienced
She looked again found his words comforting
Noticed he began to read hers
Thought that’s just him being nice.
But he wrote of passion and compassion
He wrote of invigoration, his support moved her
She felt a sudden awakening
Her attention once riveted in the same as, same as,
Turned to this man, who was different.
She thought do I dare
Desire to spend time with him
To discover what makes him tick?
As each day passed she found
She was growing more enamoured of him.
At the same time in a small room
Miles from anywhere and nowhere
The man of jumbled words
Was thinking the very same thing.