The Show

The Show

In his smile
I lost the world.
It all faded away.
I watch him come alive with every strike of the pen.
One word after another fills me and rocks me inside.
He leaves me wanting more and so I ask him anything so he’ll keep talking.
This dance continues with ever stroke
He writes I read
I write he reads
Sometimes I stop and see past his face and soon
I realize that’s a place I’d rather not be
His eyes capture me with the way he looks at me
I try to pretend not to notice but the grin gives me away every time.

He’s something else
With that smile, I plan to stay lost.

MAH

Authors note: I was once told about autobiographical poems and i thought to myself i don't think of my poems as my life but as moments in it. This poem is about a moment i enjoyed.