As I lay across my bed I recall a particular night. We were both out with our own friends and still ended up at the same event at The Mill in Piedmont park. Remember The Mill? It was a music event, naturally. I had just introduced you to my closest cousin, he has passed away since then, did I tell you? What I most sweetly recall about that night was the moment as I turned to walk away from you. Then you reached out and ran your fingers through my hair.
I tingled all over my entire body to feel the tips of your fingers on my scalp. Oh, how delicious it felt as I walked away to feel your fingers combing through my long dread locks. I remember feeling my hair fall gently against my waist at the end of your caress. I turned and smiled a tiny, sexy, "just for you smile." In that moment I felt your deep longing for me. It was so unexpected. I was surprised that you could express yourself so well with a gesture that no one else apparently saw. What you didn't see was how I slowed my gate to savor your touch in that moment. In a busy crowd I closed my eyes so I could focus on your touch and how it made me feel. I ignored my cousin then, even though I did whisper to him later, "that's the guy I was telling you about." I flipped my hair seductively when I turned to smile at you over my shoulder. If eyes could touch...mine would have been kissing you then. Recalling the expression on your face, I would have been kissed in return. I absolutely burned with desire for you. I still do. Now it makes sense to me when I listen to Sade sing Love is Stronger than Pride. Frankly, there is nothing I wouldn't do for you to this day. We never talked about that moment. As much as I felt your longing then, I feel my own longing for you now. That is one of many moments between us that haunt me still. I regret that I didn't run back and kiss you good bye that night, Lord knows I wanted to. Holding back my tears now, trying to decide, which is sadder missed opportunity or lost love? I don't know, My Love.
I still miss and long for you.