It can happen anywhere.
At the theater
Or the mall.
Usually when alone
Especially after a fight.
A casual glance
might unfold wishful wings.
Hands large and strong
Broad shoulders
invite possibilities of another life
where warm hugs are eternal.
Where eyes reflect love
Where I catch him watching my hair strands in the wind
or wrapping me on a cold evening.
It can happen to anyone.
Its a short race - The race of longing.
It happened yesterday
at the traffic signal.
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