Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Night Comes Quickly

Untitled [Explored] by Dave Morrow

Night Comes Quickly
Missed Connections in Seattle

Night comes quickly in these long, winter months.
Late autumn leaves dance around me in a tiny maelstrom of wind as I make my way downtown past unfamiliar faces.
The click of my heels muffled in my own ears,
replaced by songs that evoke a sly smile to my lips.
As I push my way past the crowd I find the eyes of others grazing my feature,
gleaming for some kind of recognition but I have none to give.
A polite nod, a forced smile…
it’s all I can seem to offer.
There is no rush of blood to my cheeks, no pull.
I feel no electricity, no want… no need.
I don’t care to connect with these people.
All I can seem to think of is how badly I want one of them, just once, to be you…
that hell-born grin you try so hard to fight as your eyes meet mine.
That carnal spark in your eyes…
as if you could devour every part of me without ever touching me.

Her Two Cents

Occasionally, I conduct experiments with human behavior when I’m out walking around. One of these is when I make an extra effort to look at a stranger as they’re passing by, smile, and say “hello.” I’m not looking for any particular reaction; some people smile back and return the greeting, others completely ignore the gesture, and a few are caught surprised and bumble about for a quick acknowledgement. After they pass by I wonder what kind of effect one simple word can have, if any, on the trajectory of their day.

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