Swan Song in Three Movements
Illuminated to the lights of an arcade anthem. The chaotic symphony of people congregating along with the sounds of spring action releases. Tandem games playing in unison, and people both celebrating and cursing their luck or perceived lack thereof. It was an atmosphere that allowed an introvert to hide in their movements and covertly watch the patrons as they filter through the arcade, hoping I would see you again. Black attire and smile shy, you hid your eyes ‘neath long lashes. You had already drawn me in before approaching. And then you were gone. Through detachment I found acceptance, rituals of self-care pacing my day. Then I found you again, and we had our first meeting. It was hard to hear, your speech like soft dew. I found myself leaning in to catch your words. Like the first meal after a prolonged fasting. I found it exhausting trying to cultivate the right words and not stray into personal territories. These are the tribulations of opening up. And being more acutely felt after a prolonged period of hermitage, was to be expected. Though I continued to have moments of wishing to seek shelter in myself instead of relating, I pulled through with breath and tenacity. I ate foods that are terrible for me and stepped in dog shit, but I didn’t care. Your hair smelled lovely when you hugged me, and I was already curious.
