We sat at a table and sipped coffee
We sat at a table just you and me
You looked into my eyes and saw my cue
I looked into your eyes and saw your blue
You reached your hand across the void
I reached my hand, I was overjoyed
What happened next is hard to say
What happened next is history
Tag poetry
In Sickness
My Crush
I had a crush on him
He was the sun and the moon and the stars in the sky
He was everything I dreamed him to be
I’d always been a flower on the wall
So I did what I could for him to notice me
I spruced and preened and plucked and tanned
I batted my eyelashes and changed my style
And he noticed me, he did I can say
But it was not enough for him to stay
For more than the fleeting moment when he grasped my hand
And for that moment my heart leapt up, my world became alive
He moved on to brighter lands
Leaving me with a memory so many moons ago
Of a solitary moment when he noticed me
Took my hand in his own
And then let it go










