Love’s Lucky Ones?

By Emily Clairmont

Part One
We meet eyes and quickly look away,
We look back again.
Red stains ivory then recedes,
Only to appear minutes later.
This dance continues for weeks.

A smile lights my face,
A hope fills my chest.
In deep blue,
A matching reflection is seen.

Blonde glimmers like a sun,
A halo surrounds my warmth.

Part Two
I dance round the room,
Make faces,
Talk in high voices at random times.

I feel silly,
Until laughter fills my ears.
A dazzling smile,
A reward worth more than any price.

Part Three
Yelling is heard,
Underneath it cracking that only my ears hear.
Arms are swung wildly,
Faces turn red.

Hours are spent apart in the same house.
You’re felt,
But can’t be seen.

Apologies are said,
Hugs given.
This becomes a daily routine.

Part Four
A red string that connects us,
I can feel it stretching.
It feels taught,
Like any movement will break it.

Anxiety fills me,
Cold water is in my lungs.
All movement is suspended,
Words are my saving grace.

Over time the string loosens.
But for how long?

Part Five
If your chosen loves you back,
You are considered one of the lucky few.
We met,
Fell in love,
Broke each other’s hearts again and again.

In the end we have many paths leading to our present.
The future looks uncertain,
But in my heart I ask,
Can we be one of the lucky ones?