I remember,
in the festive night a crowd
of elated murmurs and laughter
a flash, a twist of your bodice
and I faced you, undeniably you
your eyes full and lit as if
startled with a prescience
of this unrehearsed meeting
this undeliberated parting
then drifting apart loosely
even our arms are not held out
the only nostalgia here
is an unbreakable glance
a burning memory of the ache
where our shoulders brushed
and where i look up
a silver ribbon in the stars
jubiliant, unfurling suspense
that awaited this moment
to be destined or lost to
a swifter stroke of chance
(circa 2002)
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