Wallpaper
Clinging to the wall
like an old wallpaper scrap
are the words
I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you.
Their refrain slides up and down
the musical scale—
an old country tune,
plaintive and clear.
Why do I want you?
The first time I met you,
there was something about the curl of your hair.
Your eyes, so familiar—puzzled, as though
you, too, were trying to remember.
After that, it was
the set of your shoulders—
the arm stretched between your seat and mine
with your hand on the back of my seat.
All of your restraint an aphrodesiac.
The truth is
that I pined
for two days after I left,
then went on with my life.
Still, that scrap
of wanting
comes up early in the morning
as I waken
and my mind walks,
looking for someone to pin it to,
and every time
it stops at you.
The prompt today is puzzled.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
I love this – how we fall for the smallest of things, how feelings linger after.
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That fleeting moment of sadness – how precious!
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Says so much
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It’s true…something about their smile or their hair…. catches your attention. Sweet poem! 🙂
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Forearms, for me. Kind smart eyes with that spark in them.
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When Fandango asked us to reblog a blog from the past, I had over 9,000 to choose from, and for some reason I chose this one.
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