Smitten

By Daisy Dai

It’s a strange addiction, this affliction called
Smitten.
She has a soft chokehold on my memories
until all I can think about is my
chance encounter
with
you.

Still to this day, I daydream about meeting you once again,
and I’ve become content
with the idea that the idea of
you
will
always
linger.

A light finger tapping so soothingly
on the back of my mind,
knowing Smitten is gently clawing
her way into your heart too.

That you too feel
that gentle scratch,
that grazing paw easing
that gradual itch,
that gnawing tickle
that is the
thought
of
me.

The two of us quietly feening for
one more meeting,
one more chance at romance,
one more night
to
try
again.

This time both feeling certain
that -yes- this is something after all,
that this was more than a chance encounter,
that the energy connecting me to you connects you to me, and
we both have this lingering desire
to
see
this
through.

PC: El Salanzo