At a music festival
Among sixty thousand others
I managed to spot you
We both knew the other
Would be here,
But figured there'd be
Too many people,
Too large of a crowd
And not enough cell phone
Service to go around,
To bother trying to find the other
Especially since we haven't spoken
Since, well,
you know
But here you are.
Eight rows of people ahead
Through the most perfectly spaced gap
I spot your face
Turned slightly to the right
Of where I am standing
I watch you laugh at what
A friend behind you said
You cut your hair
just the way I like it
And your smile still
Makes me go weak at the knees
It's this moment that people write books about, paint pictures of, this moment filmmakers write whole screenplays revolving around
Where two people make eye contact from across a crowd, and instantly the spark is ignited, or reignited, and their fate is written, the opening to their love story that, without their control, is set in stone, perfectly planned out stepping stones that lead to happily ever after
But you never turned my way
And we never made eye contact
And my text that said
I see you! :)
Didn't go through until
Hours later
I guess this wasn't our moment.
our relapse
our love story.
I guess this means
we really are not
m e a n t t o b e
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 1:33 AM UTC
At a music festival
Among sixty thousand others
I managed to spot you
We both knew the other
Would be here,
But figured there'd be
Too many people,
Too large of a crowd
And not enough cell phone
Service to go around,
To bother trying to find the other
Especially since we haven't spoken
Since, well,
you know
But here you are.
Eight rows of people ahead
Through the most perfectly spaced gap
I spot your face
Turned slightly to the right
Of where I am standing
I watch you laugh at what
A friend behind you said
You cut your hair
just the way I like it
And your smile still
Makes me go weak at the knees
It's this moment that people write books about, paint pictures of, this moment filmmakers write whole screenplays revolving around
Where two people make eye contact from across a crowd, and instantly the spark is ignited, or reignited, and their fate is written, the opening to their love story that, without their control, is set in stone, perfectly planned out stepping stones that lead to happily ever after
But you never turned my way
And we never made eye contact
And my text that said
I see you! :)
Didn't go through until
Hours later
I guess this wasn't our moment.
our relapse
our love story.
I guess this means
we really are not
m e a n t t o b e