Could this be any different? Maybe. But, then again, why would it be?
I could say hello, but you wouldn't remember me. The moment you stepped away, you wouldn't have noticed my desire. You wouldn't remember the way I exhaled slightly, releasing a little of me in hopes for an exchange. Symbolic. Pure reciprocity. It would hit you--like a brick wall--and it would vaporize. And I'd remain holding hope: love.
Or, maybe, just maybe, I could touch you and we could meet ends, and find a rainbow to dance under. I'd love to dance.
