wish

I turned the corner, and there he was

leaning on the wall, one hand in his pocket,

the other holding a

cellphone, busily punching an immediate reply

to a business associate.

Around him, people continued

to mill about, approaching an acquaintance or browsing through

(the products in) the gallery. Amidst the

usual chaos of the 33rd floor, he stood looking

quite at home in the busy atmosphere, very much composed...

and very cute.



At my approach, his head snapped up,

his hand snapping the phone shut and

a wide smile drapes itself across his features.

He had been waiting for me, and

when I reached him, we make our way

as he guides me through the throng of people.



If only

that smile would appear that way

only for me.



+ I wrote this one day in June two years ago, a piece borne out of some wishful thinking, which was extremely short-lived. heh :D

++ This piece is also published at deviantart and at fictionpress.