Love at First Site
When your heart finds a home, we call that love
I suppose you could say it started
with a blind date.
No one person set us up;
Jon told me about you
after Em had already offered
to introduce us in person.
It was a meeting of convenience.
I walked over after work
since you were nearby.
Coming around the corner
I saw you.
“Too good to be true,”
almost escaped my lips.
You were exactly
what I’d dreamed of
but never told anyone
I was looking for.
Masking my eagerness
I got to know you,
explored a bit,
not poking into any nooks or crannies,
at least not yet.
The time for that would come
soon enough.
After all, it only took a glance
to know I wanted to move in.
Hardwood floors,
a bathtub with claw feet,
white and blue kitchen
like I’d always imagined,
even an old icebox built
right into the wall
-and of course
the classic front porch
that I saw first
when I fell in love
with my first home.
Originally published at https://vocal.media.
