How can it be that you’ve never met,
though you’ve seen each other everywhere–
coffee shops, bars, concerts, and street tests–
noted the other’s clothing style and hair,
found it odd that you would even care?
You probably have mutual friends but don’t know names,
just faces that you see in every crowd;
you keep thinking that you should exchange
greetings or numbers or something, but don’t know how.
Maybe at yoga class your mats will touch,
and you’ll go out for coffee, dutch,
and all the chemistry will be just right,
and you will kiss and then make love all night
and wonder why
you never said hi.
T. Allen Culpepper