It’s still my first week-ish at my brand new job and;
I’m sitting in the booth on my phone because we aren’t very busy.
The song changes and with an inaudible sigh I finally decide to
go out and see if there’s anyone to talk to so-
Grabbing my water and heading towards the back of the club I walk slow while taking in my surroundings.
Looking to the left-
I play with the straw in my water and keep walking only to stop when I see a couple of guys standing a few feet away.
They’re both tall with dark hair;
Both in jerseys and wearing a hat.
One of them smiles at me;
And after contemplating for a little longer than necessary I decide
to talk to them.
I start with the one on the left and grab his hat;
Putting it on my head and giggling until he finally takes it back.
I try to do the same with his friend but he catches me and laughing he says:
“No no no. I don’t let other people wear my hat.”
And that’s the story of how I met the man who touched me without even using his hands.
Sometimes we learn to understand that poetry is not always pretty words, beautiful metaphors and lovely descriptions like Shakespeare or Robert Frost; it is more about the feeling that a poem generates and how it connects with the reader to make them feel something (anything) beautiful, and with me, you have achieved this. I loved reading your poem and the story you've shared with us in it.