Perfect, Just Not Now

It was all fuzzy.

I was fuzzy.

But I remember seeing you, that part is not fuzzy.

Standing there, I was dizzily waiting for another drink in a place surrounded by people so unlike me.

I felt you looking at me. I could feel your presence when it entered the loud, crowded room.

I turned. There you were, standing in the doorway. The rest of the room disappeared. I knew that you were like me. I knew I had to talk to you. I turned back to the bar. Trying to figure how to approach you.

I felt your arm gently press against mine on the bar. I looked up and into your hazel eyes. Eyes that said so much before you even spoke. You smiled at me from underneath your thick, black mustache. I smiled back.

"Hi," you said.

All I could manage was a grin as I looked down at my empty drink.

We began talking and didn't stop until your friends found you and said it was time to leave.

I knew that wouldn't be the end of you.
And I was right.

I still wonder and wish.

Everything was right. So right. But the timing was so wrong.

And boy, no matter how hard I tried, we can't change the time.

It wasn't the end of you.

I'm not sure it will ever be the end of you.

I'll always wonder about the timing, wonder if I could have changed it.