Our first and last encounter fleeting.
I had an idea in my head of our next meeting.
I would be carefree and stylish in a black sundress, bedhead hair.
He would be casual in jeans and Nike Air.
Delicate gold jewelry glistening on my skin.
He would ring the bell twice so I would know it is him.
Running down six flights of stairs; Anticipation everywhere.
A sweet reunion at the iron gate.
Leaning through to kiss his face.
His scent mingled with my elation.
Turning the key, released from love’s prison!

~Just L (March 18, 2017)