The stranger wraps her arms around me,
and I respond in kind,
a slow embrace
whereby my right arm wraps around her waist,
longing and resisting
(is this the Creep Factor?)
as warmth suffuses my skin.
Everyone but me
okay I’m exaggerating,
there are at least a handful of single people here,
so I daydream we’re dancing
two hours from now,
a few drinks in and excitable,
and somehow we head to a hotel,
and we hold each other even closer than before,
still strangers but enjoying every second of it.
Instead, I leave when my ride leaves,
and I awkwardly ask for the stranger’s number.
We exchange two texts
and my guardian angel turns to their colleague and says:
See how the very light bends to miss him.