The Kiss

I’d seen you before — moodily stalking off somewhere,
listened to you speaking to friends by my side, but you never noticed I was there.
And then one day, with a group of friends, we gathered
When you said hello to everyone but me, I assumed my presence didn’t matter.

“Hey.” Handshake. “What’s up!” Friendly hugs
Idly watching the passerby, I didn’t bother to look up.
Until suddenly your body was obstructing my view,
And you softly kissed my mouth as soon as I looked at you.

Seven years and two daughters later, I still have no regrets.
Even if, to this day, you insist “The kiss” happened the day we met.

Advertisements

One thought on “The Kiss

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s