The cool of the night envelopes us,
yet even the warmth of his sturdy hand,
cannot stop the chills careening down my spine.

With thoughts of the night still flashing behind our eyes,
we contemplate how to break the silence.
I mention the stars, it seems cliché,
yet he smiles, ahh that smile,
it revives the memory of our accidental meeting.

The deafening music beat against my head
like a thousand construction sites at once.
I stepped back to avoid further hearing loss.
We collided and said our excuse me’s.

Ohh how strikingly he smiled at me.
He sees the logo on my T-shirt.
We spoke for hours on trivial subjects:
the weather, the band, our past.

it awakens the memory of that date at the mall,
and the ketchup on his polo shirt.

it awakens the memory of that Fourth of July,
when I nicked his neck with a roman candle.

Again and again the awkward collisions,
tumbling into a temporary romance.

A car’s rumble brings my mind back,
“I have to go,” he says.
We embrace and part with ****** lips.