I once saw a blue-eyed mystery
pass by in a crowded high school hallway
smiling easily amidst a clamor of teenage boys passing in a wave
like a piece of sea glass that washes past and disappears in the tide.
The revealing was
the sound of a voice on the telephone, his skilled hand on
a standard transmission
the close up curve of his lip when he wasn’t smiling
and the sense of distance and loss he felt for a father remarried and moved away.
Just before … he lowered firm, full lips to mine,
breath held in an endless moment that melted into hours
and weeks, then months. Until adulthood and independence swept it away.
It was a fast slow confused tingling first glimpse of love.