I know. I don’t even have to look.
I’ve never seen you in person
but I can tell by the sound of your heels on the marble floor as they click across the lobby.
Your presence has a gravitional pull.
My tides are surging,
engaging every molecule of me
before I even turn around.
I’m afraid to look into the sun.
I’m afraid to look at you — but I do.
A smile illuminates my face before I even know I’m smiling.
I look inward, amazed at the emotions that suddenly saturate me.
You sit across the room at a table.
Pretending this is just another day. Just another drink.
But you cannot maintain that theatre for long.
Soon you look at me with your sweetest honesty
and I know I need to be securely in your space.
I get up to walk towards you.
I’m tempted to stop and flirt with the barfly at the end of the encounter
but this isn’t the moment for teasing.
I sit down and think about saying something.
But then I look up
and your eyes are on me.