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[fourmartinis]

i think we had a moment there
back up in space when i gazed into your eyes
and i slipped up in the swirly purples that twisted about saturn.
but then someone laughed
and i looked.
when the planes zoomed overhead
i sat in the airport with a letter creased in my palms.
i wasn't thinking about you
or that moment.
i was lost in balsamic dressing and fresh bread.
lost in a magazine, graded papers, time constraints.
lost in myself.
it wasn't until later that evening that i bothered to dream
of stars not unlike those in your eyes.
that i bothered to think of those purple catches of air.
that i bothered to wonder if that was a moment
or merely the twinkles of your eyes
and a drug induced second of utter imagination.
so i'm lost here,
left with teh memories of
twinkle-toed dreams
in my airport chair.
i wish it was a recliner.
when i dream tonight,
you walk towards me fresh off a flight from nowhere.
and when i look up from my cushy seat,
my dinner plans, schoolwork and thoughts,
i am swept up by the lure of milky ways and lost promises
by the color of purple twisting behind your smile.