Allegory of Falling In Love

Poetry notebook in my jittery hand, I vacillate what if she finds it dull… obtuse… beneath her... culturally insensitive? What if she laughs at its pathos, groans at its length, smirks at its earnestness? As I begin to falter, I ask myself (denying all the aching echoes of indifference) how much could it possibly hurt if she doesn't like it? Could I ever forgive myself if I chicken out? As my internal arguments fire torpedoes at each other, she begins to walk away. Incensed at my cowardice, I detect a gravitational pull impelled by the bonfire of urgency lit by a lightning bolt of past meltdowns I take a step of infinite unknowingness, and clear my throat "Hi, I'm in your writing class… might I ask for a brief moment of your time?" ...silence. She glances at my poem, then stares into my eyes - stretched between two souls is an imaginary tightrope leveling her balancing pole, she slowly smiles… "I thought you'd never ask" written 15 Mar 2022