Coming Home Poem by Paul WilsonSuffield

I’m at a party tonight it’s for a friend of mine
It’s her birthday you see she’s oh so kind.
There are so many people the music’s so loud
I don’t know anyone else I’m lost in a crowd.
There’s at least a hundred people so I’m not on my own
We’re shoulder to shoulder yet I feel so alone.
I turn to get a drink, there’s a tingling in my spine
As I look in the mirror and her eyes meet mine.
A sharp in take of breath freezes my brain
As if out of the blue, my heart beats again.
Its been years since I felt it pounding my chest
She looks like perfection one of the best.
She leans right over to gently speak in my ear
Would you mind awfully please pass me a beer?
With bottle in hand I turn on the spot
To see this vision, that the angels forgot.
In passing the bottle our fingers do touch
She looks at me startled, thanks very much.
This might sound weird I don’t wish to presume
But do you feel like me, we’re alone in this room?
Stunned by the static, eyes locked by her stare
You know all of a sudden, I really don’t care.
She smiles and says Plato said we follow a path
As we move through life to find our other half.
Time has moved slowly since in the mirror I saw your face
All sense in my life just fell into place.
Can you believe my luck whilst standing alone
I found a person that feels just like home.