Seeing Love

You were standing there.

Amidst all the movement and music and madness.

You were standing.

Still. Pulsing. Silent.

And I couldn’t help noticing.

You.

And, feeling pulled towards you, I stopped myself.

I was in motion.

I could not meet you.

There.

And so I moved past.

And then the second night.

There you were again.

Still.

Somehow hidden.

Again this pulling towards you.

Again I moved past.

Imagine my surprise. The next morning. When you came to me.

Without warning nor fanfare nor introduction.

You were just there.

Beside me.

And how wonderful that you’ve remained.

Just here. Beside me.