I’d recognize your scent in a crowd of named strangers
You’d grab my attention like flower to sun
I’d bloom in your gaze
The charge your presence brings
Like a current on ancient grounds
You inspire a secret cascade, a plethora of emotions
No cell could enclose from freedom
I’m drawn to you like a sailor at sea
Guided by the North star twinkling in your eyes
I breathe in heaps of air
Anything to take in as much of this moment as possible
I yearn to stand in your shadow
The closest in seeing your shine
And yet…
You don’t even know my name
I’m but a passing familiar on your contact list
With no emoji in standing with you
The one you never think to call in good times or bad
But ‘know of’ when questioned
Good.
Perhaps when I lie in this pool of red, filled with the poisoned love I could never offer you
For your lack of attention on the boxes of preference I could tick for you
You’ll call me beautiful in reply to the sergeant
As everyone would on the weekend of black attire
Remember me that way that my memory will never age past my prime along with you
Though that would be my preferred choice
…if you had recognized me.