Recognition

She stood there, still like an icicle
Cold and unwavering, holding her breath
As he passed by

She had recognized him from afar
Far back from the trenches of
The past

And she sighed. Seeing a tangible
Form of him that so casually trailed
Through her mind so many times

It was like a dream. Was it really him?
Yes. Of course it is.
But she knew he did not recognize her.

Clutching her purse in one hand.
Squeezing the basket full of groceries
in the other.

She waits and lets his presence wash over her.
See me? She silently screams. Let my face
fall into place in the puzzle of your mind

And recognize me. Take that instant and
Sigh with surrender, and smile.
Tell me how much you've missed me.

And then we'll walk through the dairy and
cereal aisle and realize we both like 1% and
Captain Crunch. Let's get married.

But no, my fear grips me. You're a bit ahead of me now
Looking at the grapes. You look over your shoulder.
And see a girl picking lemons.

You think, Hey that girl sorta looks like......what's her name?
Even pessimism creeps into my hopeful thoughts.
And that's all. You turn back to your goddamn grapes.

Look how my mind has wrapped and twisted
Your presence into a wave of yearning and expectation
Only to crash onto the fragile sands of my hope

There's probably a girlfriend or a wife waiting
For you to bring home the groceries for dinner
And doesn't appreciate the kisses you offer before bed

So long ago, so long ago, but was it that long?
How could my memory fade so easily in your head
While your face was always present for me, clear and crystal

Yearnings of a madwoman, yearnings of a stalker
Sigh. This is silly. If I were normal, I could just walk
Up to you and start a conversation, end with an invitation

But I am an icicle, cold and unwavering