Next to You

It all started seemingly like the right thing to do.

You were there alone seated across the room.

As I drew near and spoke to you your eyes met mine.

That’s when I first knew that your eyes were as blue as they are kind.

With a quickened breath and the warmth of a blushed face,

The sense was overwhelming.  I struggled to conceal my gaze.  Your warmth was kind, sincere and gentle.

Could you have known the spark that you kindled?

Will I see or be with you again was on my mind.

But we had only just met, and I had no right.

What I said in parting didn’t come from my heart.

I held it back or it would have gone where I couldn’t start.

What brings a man to where he had only been just once?

There goes my heart again, am I the reason he comes?

Is there more from inside that doesn’t meet my eye?

He’s remained in my midst, always nearby.

We’ve never shared a kiss, though it seemed we would.

I don’t know how to break the ice or if we should.

I’ve often wondered, have you thought about this too?

Most of all, I’m best when I’m next to you.

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Joyce Lynn Eggleston

Indianapolis, IN – August 2014

Inspired by friends, Jan & Carl