Rhymes - 24. Timing

I met him

First,

In between episodes of a disaster,

A haze of strobing lights on a night

We dedicated to forgetting.

But daylight broke the dark

With a glaring blindness

That branded me with

New scars-

-the second time we met,

I smiled across the room,

Wondering if he had

Remembered the night

We were strangers.

But tired of wondering

I texted a number

With no last name attached for -

-the third time,

The drunken stumbling

Filled out into an endearing

clumsiness as he tripped

Approaching:

A sheepish grin.

And as he rolled his R's,

Sharing healed over scars,

I drew closer.

But as we lay together,

He wielded his objectivity

As a shield,

Drawing distance

From any more than flesh.

So weary from the weight of recency,

I refused.

But still, months later,

I wonder

If he ever let anyone close

Enough.