Hybrid Moments
Missed Connections in Boston
Hybrid Moments
i really just don’t know what to say anymore;
give me something to work with.
i guess all i want to know is
do you feel it too?
maybe it’s just me, and i’m okay with that.
i love being your friend;
but if you do feel what i’ve been feeling
why do you want to fight it?
well, i know why but maybe this could be worth it.
my head is spinning and i can’t stop pacing.
you’re a great kisser.
One Year Ago: Lovelorn Poet in Seattle: Taking a Knee Haiku
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
So, which is the sweeter choice, poet? The chase of a great kisser who is spurning your romantic overtures or having the person look into your eyes and say they wish to be with you every day forever and ever? Is it the unattainable nature of the desired that makes them all the more desirable? Is a kiss more exciting when it’s fleeting and illicit? Use that pacing to take some long walks and the circling motion of your thoughts might quiet.
