I sweep the corner up,
turning the page
and find you,
Matthew Phipps.
You have caught me
I was alone, reading quietly
on a rainy afternoon,
when all along you were
here, silently passing the
time in my book.
Were you hoping I would
discover you?
Realize our connection and
marvel at the good fortune
that we both enjoy
laughter
bubbling in our chests?
Or did you aim to linger
unnoticed for a few more days–
weeks even–
until finally mustering
up the courage to spring
up arms outstretched,
mouth wide, heart
quaking?
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