Weekends Across the Room

He wound his weekends
around moments in time
that he would spend gazing
across a vast room
where people walked back and forth
asking for direction
finding themselves
becoming frustrated.

He watched a particular person
a woman
whom he had seen countless times before.
They’d talked
he felt confident that
they’d shared a connection
not love
but friendship.
(Which was fine.)

For him
it wasn’t about
finding the ultimate
putting some finite point
into place
or
getting something
for what he was willing to give.

This was the journey.
The moments
from start to end
that felt genuine.
The possibility
that over time
the both of them
could share experiences that
they both felt
mattered.

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