Orange-brown

Everything is such a blur

We had spoken

Probably

I must have congratulated him

I had loved his documentary

People were milling about

Everything is such a blur

Except for that moment

So clear

Seared in my memory

With the 'Tilt-Shift' filter

Of Instagram

My view of him was blocked

Partially

Another bobbing head

Did we turn to each other?

The same instant?

Or was I standing there

Looking at him 

And he turned to me?

There occurred an instant

We looked at each other

Him with one eye

The right

That could see me

And that I could see

His eye, oh

His eye had an orange tint

On the light brown

There's an imprint 

Of his smile

On the memory

From our earlier conversation

Probably

Or probably

From his knowledge

His knowing

Of my attraction 

Hmm... he knew

In the instant 

He looked at me

Probably

Half an instant earlier

We had stood that way

In the few seconds

Of this knowing

Or him knowing

And me transfixed

Today as I remember again

I feel the force again

Rooting me somehow

To the past moment

That merges into now

A cord, a pole

Affixing me

Through the center

Of my throat

I think I am smiling

A half-smile

A tilt on my right lip corner

I think I have been kissed

There

By this memory

A soft orange-brown kiss

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Chandni Girija

April 15, 2021

Day 15 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | National Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo