Even if Only
(dreams 4/15/19)
Janet Kuypers
4/15/19
We hosted a party at our home,
apparently a get-together of sorts,
although I haven’t hosted a party in years.
There were a lot of people there;
a friend of mine and her husband came,
even though we no longer live in the same state.
All I remember her saying to me
was that he was there, the man who
was my date at her wedding, the man who
does live in the same town as me —
that I have not seen since moving here,
much less the fifteen years before I moved.
Across the room, he moved his hair
out of his eye as he turned to the door.
He wasn’t leaving; he was just turning with
this mass of people at apparently
my insanely popular party... so I tried
to decide if I should talk to him — he was once
the world to me, before he up and
disappeared from my life. But we had
so much of a past — and does he even know
that I’m here? So with trepidation,
I walked toward him, making my way
through all of the guests. When I got close
to him, I can’t even remember
if I said a word to him, our eyes just
happened to meet. I cannot remember speaking
to him; I am not sure if he
immediately spoke to me. We had gone
our separate ways, there was no turning back
from the choices we made, but
when the crowd of people in the room
started to move us, he took my hand, and I
held his, because for this one
moment, at this one party, we should
be around each other, even if only for a moment.
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