Danna Colman
Copyeditor. Writer and editor of The Coffeelicious. “What doesn’t kill us gives us something new to write about” ~ J. Wright
It’s a question, an exclamation,
a comma — a tension that waits
for what may come next
when you look at her.
It’s a slowly rising passion
that crescendos on and on
and on, and oh how I’ve dreamed
you would see me that way.
Punctuation
Jackie Ann
659
I know this feeling. It killed me over thirty years ago. We went to see a film in Westwood. I saw a girl across the theater lobby. She was beautiful. But that wasn’t all. I knew immediately that she was his type. It stung me. But it gets worse. I looked at him, and he was looking in her direction. It still gets worse. I felt so anxious during the movie that I couldn’t concentrate. I still felt the power of his stare across the room. We went to his favorite spot to watch the airplanes take off above us at LAX. I had to know; although, I already knew the answer, and I received the answer I was afraid to hear. He saw her across the lobby, and yes, she was someone with whom he could give all of his heart. He knew it. I knew it.
