valentine's day

by ginny min

I turned to the dome's ceiling
But its blazing lights blinded my eyes.
Could I not even pray
For it to happen?

No - I could not pray,
For not even the heavens could intervene
On something as magical as this.
I could only wait,
Watch,
Hope,
With burning anxiety,
To see if the dream
Would become a reality.

So I sat there in my chair
And stared at the large, red figures
As they unceasingly disappeared,
One by one.

Then -
Without warning -
A deafening blare.

I could not even take a breath
To prepare myself
For what was about to take place.

He emerged from his hideaway
And appeared.
He was so bold, so focused,
So determined,
So longing.

My heart started to pound wildly
As I saw him walking in my direction
With that desiring look in his eyes.
And for an instant I looked into his
And he into mine.

Everything froze,
And at that brief, endless moment,
We knew.

We were just seconds away.

The whistle sounded,
My eyes blinked,
He turned away and
Never turned back,
As we returned to reality.

Each second became
An infinite spell,
And the pauses between
The beats of my heart
Became smaller and
Smaller.

As he walked away
I, as tightly as I could,
Clenched my fists,
My teeth,
My toes.

I looked up again -
Maybe another chance -
But I was blinded again.

Why do I have to endure
This tortuous agony?

I watched him go
And advance
Closer

The edge of the chair
I approach

And closer

An unknown arm
I grab

And
Closer

In perpetual suspense
I writhe,
With desire to
Scream, yell, cry, burst -
Anything to relieve me
Of this anguish.

And

Time is paralyzed.

Closer

Sound is crippled.

Eight thousand pairs of eyes
Watching it,
Following it
As it sailed through the air.

One second.

Eight thousand mouths
Gasping with fear
As it eluded,
As it missed.

But my heart leapt
As he reached out.
And

Deliverance.

Eight thousand souls
Liberated
As it arrived
To nylon's bottom.

The deafening blare again
But this time unheard.
Chaos swept by and
Electricity filled the air.

I found myself standing,
Bemused, in shock.
The world was turning
And turning
And
Turning.

But my eyes soon met his,
And I saw them filled with rapture,
And then I knew.

The dream had come true.

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Did you understand this poem? About 99% don't get the real meaning behind it, so please read the correct interpretation of it. (Now, how rare is it that you actually get ti see how a poem's supposed to read?)