loved you

my mind races back to the first time i saw you
three months ago
bookstore
still trying to forget the nose piercing
mesmerized by the pale
eyes
of a woman working in a coffee shop
surrounded by books
and readers
coffee enthusiasts
i can find my future
among these books
even if a decade or two
out-moded
by the ravages of time
along the meandering path
that led me here
to your
air

staff picks
could be revealing
but i have no name or image
an interesting choice joins us
i go seeking the recommended work
not read
in the stacks
imagining a chance encounter
tidbits left out
i return
next year
for another glance
hints
of
nothingness

3-17-24

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