When You Stepped into View
Evening brings a kind of light that warms
Without inciting more than memories,
Stirred up like leaves blown round
A fenced-in yard.
I remember every amber meeting
Tinged with hopeful longing—
I remember thinking that my happiness
Depended on a word, a gesture, any sign
I could interpret as reciprocated feeling.
Nightfall brought a close
To such contrived delusions.
Morning came, a great surprise,
And opened up my eyes,
When you stepped into view.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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