It's funny how the most important
things in life
Seem to start out so innocently.
I was working in a legal pot shop
Selling cannabis, even making my own
blends.
And he walked in late one night
Just before closing.
It was dark outside, there were no
other customers,
And my first feeling was impatience.
I was ready to go home
I had been at the shop from early that
morning.
Had served a lot of customers, made a
lot of batter,
Did a lot of business with brand
dealers on the phone.
It was time to pick up Anne Sexton
And sink down into sweet melancholia in
a hot bubble bath.
I didn't even notice his face at first,
Although I smiled and spoke my usual
greeting.
But when I looked up and into those
eyes,
A memory of a lifetime flashed through
my mind.
We hadn't been together long,
It had started on fire with no where to
burn,
And once it destroyed everything in
it's path,
It was over.
He was smiling at me, almost shyly,
And I smiled back although I was
studying that face,
those lips, those eyes.
He was older, of course,
There were some grays, a few wrinkles
near his eyes
But they were the same sky blue.
And his lips, that beautiful mouth
Had that same old smile,
And I just knew he kissed the same way;
He had a samurai tongue.
I grinned, we still hadn't said a word
Staring at each other, taking each
other in.
He was beautiful enough to be cruel
But man enough to be kind.
And he had the heart of a lion.
I had adored him, had worshiped him.
But I was never sure if I loved him or
not.
Although I knew he loved me madly.
He put his hand on the counter,
And after a heartbeat, I laid mine on
top of his.
It was like a surrender of sorts.
His fingers intertwined with mine,
And our eyes met again, still not one
word.
It began to rain
And I felt my soul begin to rise
To meet his, dancing in those drops.
We never even said hello.
But I saw my future, or at least part
of it
Laid right out before me.