A face on the train

I saw something

So beautiful

Felt it run along my tongue

Send tremors into my spine

I had to stop pretending

Not be so naive

It came in the last downpour

Of her hair across my face

When pressed ever so lightly

The blood it traced

And knowing became nothing

That ever could replace

Just that smile

The greatest wonder

Her love where I go

When into surrender

I return home

Poem written March 2018 and rethought listening to Chet Baker's Almost Blue.  

Copyright 2016 John Williams