Pretending as I am

I’m standing at a bar as I see him from across the room.

Twinkly lights flutter the ceiling, like fireflies in the moonless sky.

The crowd of people in endless chatter, is all just noise to me.

I’m tired of running from what I’m too afraid to say.

It’s like I’m blindsided, never see it coming.

Tunnel vision escapes me, clouding my better judgement.

Nothing happens this innocently, walking up to talk to me.

Restless heart beats out of my chest, can’t save me from what’s about to play out.

Expectations never seem to bring nothing but, false hopes and empty starts.

Into my head, out of my dreams .

Oh, these fleeting moments were they ever real?

He came in crashing, unexpectedly listening to a story that has yet to be told.

He smiled at me, staring into my eyes as if to unlock some hidden magic.

Alas, that night was the last time we’d see each other.

Perhaps, we were fated to never meet again.

Years go by, as I still remember that faithful night at the bar.

Where a man took my breathe away with just a smirk of a smile.

Something tells me, there’s more to this chance encounter.

I wrote it all down, every minor detail turned into lyrical poetry.

Although, everything sounds better in fiction.