You and I
fatefully met on
a foggy day in London town.
In the whirlwind
of learning you
in that intoxicating,
amorous, magical place
for the short time we shared there,
I inhaled, ingested every
action, word, nuance of you
and I was
feeling good.
Now today
I’ve got you under my skin.
So I never noticed
until our scant exchanges
since then forced me to do so
that you
never did the same thing:
Sadly,
you don’t know me.
© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers
This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #1, shuffle a poem. Visit the post to see the details of this prompt. My song titles are from Michael Bublé:
- You and I
- A Foggy Day in London Town
- I’ve Got You Under My Skin
- Feeling Good
- You Don’t Know Me
