Opiate (Poetry Freestyle)

He saw her while waiting on the two train.
It had experienced technical difficulties
and was running late.
Just when he was about to catch the A,
he saw her face and became convinced it was fate.
Her hair was so perfect; it was extensions done right.
Her smile was so illuminating; it was Rembrandt bright.
Her skin was so rich and silky: it had to be Godiva!
Before he could form the words “hi’ ya”,
She started going the opposite way.
Original plan be dammed!
His best friend would have to wait.
One of the rare times he wished
He didn’t carry such extra weight.
By the time he climbed the steps
and made it out to the street,
she was locking lips with another man:
he’d be utterly foolish to compete!
As they walked off, she glanced his way.
Perhaps all wasn’t lost; it was definitely a sign:
She would be his somehow, someday!

Poet, short story writer, and aspiring novelist. This blog details my writing journey and everything in between: supporting other writers, doing a feature column and serving as editor-in-chief for All Authors Magazine Online.

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