Manifest-her

Somber and exhausted, I have been trying to get her image out of my head, a daunting task. 

May be it was the way she covered her mouth to smile, or her playful nature, she understood my language. 

I’d like to forget her, but every 3 days, the shades of her flood the nerves and I shudder, I should have asked her name. 

I beat my head, damn it, I knew I should have run after her, now I’m here writing pointless letters to the universe, hoping to see her again.

I no longer want her to be the girl in my dreams, Lord knows I’m suffering, I recoil, my actions must be bolder.

But will there be a next time?

I say a prayer to the universe;

Dearly beloved, I’d like to meet you one more time, tell you about the feelings that you wakened.

To run up on you and sweep you off your feet like they do in the movies.

Ask her to hold my hand one more time and never let go this time. 

Yes, I remember the softness of her palm as she accidentally placed it on mine.

Time stopped, and my heart was visibly shaken, a clickity clack of souls, the purest of frequencies.

The tingle lingered on as we conversed, unintentionally; I tried to place her with the rest, but she was witty, I digressed.

She was a match, it didn’t matter the pieces I tried to move, a formidable foe.

But I wonder if I cross her mind—was it just another day on the bus for her, I mean, how could she think about a guy like me.

And in the name of the universe, I pray I meet her, tell her she’s everything I ever wanted. 

Tell her that time stopped, I am still stuck on the day we met, but maybe this will fade too, another soul mate missed.