Glen drove his beige sedan
past 11th and Grand
the first time that he saw
her.
She was at the stop light
next to him
wearing a casual grin
that was trimmed
in bright red lipstick.
He tried to smile,
but he was struck with awe,
and he was sure she saw
through to the part
of his heart
that skipped
at the red of her lips.
She glanced back at him
through the rear view mirror
before she sped away
and no matter how Glen
wished she could stay,
she was on her way
before he could think
of what he needed say.
He thought long and hard
on what he would tell her
if he were to ever see her
again,
of how she had
been
on his mind ever since
then,
of the pins
and
needles that
coursed through his chest
whenever he imagined her
and how it made him lose his breath
as well as his composure.
He wanted to say that
he fell in love with her
the very moment
he laid eyes upon her,
but he knew that wouldn't sound right
right from the start
to lay out his heart
like that.
"But what do you
say
to the woman
you know
will be
the love of your life,
the woman you want to
be your wife,
the woman with lips
like a knife
that cut so deeply
into the core of your being?"
It was a few days later when
he saw her again and smiled.
Her eyes were wild,
and her tongue flicked the edge of her lips
like an illusory kiss.
He wanted to mouth the words:
"I love you,"
but he maintained his composure
and tilted his head
in a gesture
as if she should follow.
She gave a small nod of her head
and sped
up
to cut off the car in between them.
He pulled into the parking lot
of a cafe
just a few blocks away,
and watched as she parked
a couple spaces over.
They walked toward one another
as if they were future lovers
just waiting for this moment
to take them.
"I'm Glen," he said
with the same type of grin
that she had given him
the first time he saw her.
She gave him her name and said,
"It's a shame we didn't meet sooner."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well," she said,
"I just fell for a man in a beige sedan
at a stop light a few blocks over."
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