Deck of Cards

This shy girl saw this guy at a party. This was her thoughts of him.

A vision swept,

sweeping away all of the others I've kept.

black jeans and a black leather jacket,

looking so sharp and matter of fact:

Reminding me of someone from the past,

too shy was I his name I forgot to ask.

In his hand a deck of cards replacing

a cell phone people's fingers are regularly interlacing.

Wow, was he different, but yet all very familiar,

a face I'd like too see every night at dinner.

He wasn't like any other, present or past-

rather a soul set apart from the mass.

Time flew at that party I had to leave so early

but will see him once again surely,

hopefully if life treats me well.

But until then on upon this night thine own self will dwell.

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[Stormy Weather]

I like it, your rhyme scheme is pleasing. Well done :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A fast pace poem with a interesting story. Need to make the letters bigger for us old people. Life can be like a deck of cards. People who are afraid of chance. End up with wishes of things missed. I like the ending. A very good poem. Thank you.
Coyote