Transferrance

I see you across the room. I notice the similarities immediately, somehow silencing me despite not being there yourself. I muster an introduction.  It works, and soon in this crowded bar you are next to me, introducing yourself by name.  I am at a loss for words, so instead I laugh, and you eat it up. I immediately flash to a moment where it's just you and me in a room like this, close as skin, and I dive right in. You appreciate my touch, and I appreciate your words. I like how you show up differently every time, this time it was twice.  After our first encounter I think of our second, already in the works.  You catch me alone, with a face almost too recognizable. When I get you alone I bring it up, and you pause before saying you hope that's a good thing. It definitely is, and we spend another few rounds alone together.  You dance for a time, nervous of the silence and what else I might say, but I've returned to malleable silence. This seems to suit you, and you once more appreciate the delicacy of my touch; firm yet responsive. It seems like along these lines both visits are the same, and your sweet demeanor remains despite your form shifting.  This time I imagine us talking for hours as minutes unfold between us. The whole encounter leaves me enlivened, but it is lacking something. Despite the connection, I know they are not you entirely, a form of you I still sharply remember. When we find ourselves in this room properly, no timers or chaperones, we will put all prior partial encounters to shame, this I can promise.  Thank you for showing up to reinforce my lonely spirit, on a dark night.