Words I hear:
When I had you to myself
I didn’t want you around
Those pretty faces always made you stand out in a crowd
But someone picked you from the bunch
One glance was all it took
Now it’s much too late for me to go and take a second look
You could see her around the corner at the end of the sidewalk. The amber light from the old street lamps couldn’t brighten her eyes the way her smile could.
The light settled across her cheeks as she tilted her head with a skeptical glare and a half smile.
She was found here.
Harmonies flooded the streets following people passing by the wrought-iron cafe table where they were seated.
The energy of the night was high and hopeful, exciting and unexpected, still pessimistically short-lived.
Every now and then a friendly face would stop, asking for fire and beauty, leaving with gold.
The exchange was sweet and sentimental; rich with emotionally-charged and honest words that seemed to shine a light in the corners of their hearts where they had been unable to push the painful issues any further.
The currency was safety; where empathy found a common friend in distraction and resolve.
You could see them at the end of the sidewalk, beautiful in the night’s glow, alive for just a moment with their weathered hearts held in the other’s hand. They sat where the red and green lights glowed at the crossing, on the curb of something wonderful, all the while knowing there was a decision to be made.