My gut won and I averted my gaze (very painfully so)
went and sat down with some friends
trying to graze
and made useless small talk, trying to forget you.
I’d never seen someone with so much food on their plates and so much honesty in their eyes; the moment I my eyes met yours, I knew it: we were meant to be. I smiled my best smile, trying to win you over, charming your pants off, but you went away.
Did we not just have a moment there?
Did I just imagine the whole thing?
I hope not. My best imagination couldn’t have conjured up something so real as you.
My brain is mush. But I liked how I took this poem.
My bae, Parvathi over at Queen Talks and I are attempting these prompts curated by Poetry Falls over on Instagram.
This is something inspired by my mother. She and her sisters were raised in joint family, without a mother, and apart from poverty, the biggest problem she’d ever faced was this horrible uncle of hers. May he die a horrible and painful death.
This is to all the women and men out there, who’ve faced their worst fears, which wear masks of people they believe in. I salute you.
Parvathi, over at her blog Queen Talks, and I are attempting poetry prompts by Falls Poetry.