Last night I sat next to a girl, on a bus. A blonde, I had seen her before, just a short time ago. I think her eyes are brown, maybe blue, I wanted to stare but didn't.
I pointed at an object for her to see, but all she did was point at another girl I had spoken to. It took a long moment to know that she wanted to be the centre of my attention. I looked closely at her face, nervously thrilled with the realisation. Her nearness, our arms sometimes brushing and a hint of her perfume became my sole focus.
It had to be a dream. It was of course. I awoke and tried to hang on to those feelings, that moment when everything was new, immersing, confusing, exciting.
I felt a little foolish as well, wondering briefly how old I was in that dream. Probably in my early thirties I think. Sometime ago for sure, but a pretty good time overall.
I also felt a little sad at the loss of such feelings, given my less than extra-ordinary marriage.
Still, I remember when.....