Lady in Violet Meets Gentleman in Teal

Lady in Violet,

Standing,

Staring

-- Locked in a silent trance.

Wondering,

Pondering,

Who will make the first move?

Patiently waiting for that

First,

Last,

Gentle caress.

Whispers of sweet nothings in my ear.

Butterfly kisses trailing along one's cheek.

Leading to the

First,

Last,

Passionate kiss of goodbye.

To be held in his mighty embrace,

To dance to the soft orchestra of the warm breeze,

Grabbing my dress and slightly tugging

-- For all to be still

And only us breathing.

Gentleman in Teal,

Caressing her face,

Nuzzling into her neck

-- Smelling her dark wave of ocean mist.

Whispering sweet nothings in her ear,

A passionate kiss,

to hold her

-- to show her how gentle I could be.

Her arms around my neck.

Mine around her waist.

Not wanting to let go.

None of this came.

Imagination fades.

Yes, we were standing,

yet not staring at one another

-- Only wondering.

Creating a plan that will make this whole day worthwhile.

Bell rings.

Children swarm clueless.

Kids running to open arms.

Moment lost.

Car here.

She's not by my side.

Wanting to grab her wrist and deeply woe her with a kiss.

Lover stares.

She looks back at me.

In the car.

Silent last goodbye.

Missing my final 3 words of love.

Sitting,

Questioning,

What if . . .

I wanted all those

First,

Last,

Wishes to come true.

Wondering.

What if . . .