Tonight your arm draped faultlessly across the back of my chair; a swift decoration that felt like it had always been there.
An open invitation of comfort from the ideal stranger.
But I am barbwire wrapped in Christmas lights.
Maybe tonight your smile just paired bewitchingly with my lonely.
Are you the instant new beginning, or another guaranteed tragic ending?
I guess what I’m asking is, did you want to hold my hand as much as I wanted to hold yours?
Mark Tulin from Palm Springs, California on July 01, 2021:
"But I am barbwire wrapped in Christmas lights." A Nice image here.
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on June 29, 2021:
It's hard to move on and trust someone again, but that moment obviously felt right.
Trust your gut.
But don't jump off the cliff just yet.