Is It Never?
Real Moments Encountered
I hold to them like a teenage girl
He’s across the room and looks
Leaning forward his words begin
He doesn’t usually talk
I’m the talker; so I listen
A never forgotten smile
My provocative gesture
I had no idea in my consciousness
Just a teenage girl holding on
To the music he started
The moment is gone
The retreat has begun
Planned ignorance begins
I move towards integration
Never Known
Never acknowledged till now!
