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May 2018
I don’t know what it was,
I guess at a guess I would say it was her smile,
But there was also that twinkle within the eyes,
A sparkle I haven’t seen in a long while.

For a moment she was with a friend,
But then they separated and she danced on her own,
And then I realized that friend was my own friend,
I turned and apologized as we carried on watching the show.

The music was good,
Got us drunk, got us high, got us reaching up and touching the sky,
Got us dancing with arms upon each other's shoulders,
And with her arm around my waist, I had to secretly smile.

We sang along with all the songs,
And if we didn’t know the words we just made them up,
And every so often I would purposely glance in her direction,
Trying to catch the eye of what was becoming a pleasant distraction.

Satisfaction ended the set,
And wet with the sweat, the crowd slowly unfolded and dispersed,
I looked at her hoping to find her looking back at me,
And she was, she is, and everything stopped, for a minute.

I swallowed my fears,
Threw caution to the wind and jumped right in,
Rolled the dice and didn’t think twice,
Took chance by the hand and accepted the dance,
And speaking with a confidence I have never felt before,
I asked her name, started the game, and set the wheels in motion,
Of what will be…will be.
Written by
David L Butler  London
(London)   
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