Wishful Thinking
WISHFUL THINKING
Like a dream, wisps of her cologne I caught
Deep down, I could feel it tingling my nostrils,
A face so rare
Beauty at its peak that was what she was.
Peeking through the train as it slowed down,
Her beautiful smiling face was all I could see
Churning out butterflies in my belly,
Enchanted, allured by her beauty.
Was about drawing close, just to tell her how I feel,
For I could feel a magnetic pull pulling me towards her
Drew closer as the train finally drew to a stop;
Every step I took, titivating and full of live as I drew very close,
Suddenly, my progress was stalled.
Why? I asked myself.
I couldn’t explain why,
But all I knew was that the magnetic pull was severed that minute.
My mouth ajar,
I steal a cursory sweep around,
Looking for what must have severed the feel,
And I saw a ring on her middle finger.
Sadly, the three words I had concocted,
And was about to shower her with;frozen in on my lips.
Painfully, quietly, I withdrew,
But my eyes never ceased stealing glances at her.
Wondering why she had a ring on her middle finger,
Making some incoherent sounds
I saw her throw something into the pool behind the station;
Awed, lost in thought, the engines of the train came alive.
I throw glances at her, she smiled back and waved.
As she waved, I noticed the ring was gone.
Perplexed, anxious to know why, I ran towards the train,
But alas! The train was gone, and the three words of mine
Hanged in the air,
For I was never to see her again.
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