If it had been a bar
A softly lit quiet city haven where a sad piano player shapes and ripples the minor chords of half-remembered songs for lovers and strangers.
Or a party.
A loud, crowded, noisy gathering where laughter and conversation and alcohol and coke tempt bodies to sway and dance and forget tomorrow.
Or on a busy street.
A rush and dawdle of business people and tourists, shoppers and beggars, hawkers and sellers where the traffic ebbs and flows, pauses and surges like a sea.
Or in a thousand and one other places.
An office, a restaurant, a ball game, a concert, a carnival, a temple, Or a wide-open space where the wind blows and the birds are thrown from sky to sky.
If it had been anywhere instead of this strangely connected, disconnected, familiar, unfamiliar world of swirling, teeming, edgy cyberspace.
I would still have found you
and wanted you
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Fabian Perez
Written about five years ago. I like it, so I hope you don’t mind another posting. Though the freedom of movement depicted in it seems a lifetime ago, and yet it was only March that things changed here.