Looking and smiling

I look for you in the face of everyone I meet. I get lost looking for you. They see in my eyes, hope and joy and the question. Is it you? They almost all duck there heads, maybe smile. Am I missing you by not being more direct? But how do you ask, have you danced with me in your dreams? How do you say what is needed for you to know it’s me without sounding insane? Without sounding as I do now. Should sounding insane phase me? I desire to dance in the aisle. Uncaring how I look, because it’s with you.

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