Shared Symbolism III- a throwback

This is a throwback, one where I had been a little too on the nose for my tastes, so I decided to strip away the direct references and repost the entry (originally on this blog on 11/25/17, but likely posted previously on my old blog- the original lines were certainly on my old blog, from many years ago), wanting the details to remain, but the spoilers to be obfuscated.

Just listened to a particular song and it reminded me of this, you never forget first contact (the keys are: write it down and trust your friends. Keep your enemies closer if you'd like, it's immaterial in the end).

I’m in line with the rest of your adoring fans

You come out to mingle one by one

You skip me once but I think “I didn’t come all this way to not take a swing”

Besides a girl that sweet, she probably thought I was just here with someone else

So I return to line a second time

Determined to get my due

When you stopped on me, looked to the side,

And said “I like your shirt”

I conspicuously said nothing

Cuz you had taken my last breath

So I looked to the side, kicked the ground, and handed you

My disposable camera

Your eyes darted to and fro, as if I was speaking other tongues

Then you signed that darn disposable

And mumbled something else

I couldn’t help but think “Who signs a disposable camera?!?”

So I awkwardly handed it to you again

Emboldened with every slip

So you stuck your arm out and MySpace shot it

And I won’t forget that pic

I wrapped it up with my only words

“I got this for you”

Hoping a simple charm

Could say what my heart needed to

But my lips couldn’t muster

You looked me in the eye

And all at once all lines were clear

You finished with a

“You didn’t need to do that”

Not knowing that there was nothing more

I’ve ever wanted to do

Three of the most awkward sentences

From two fairly verbally adept people

One spark felt

By two soon lovers (soon was a clear exaggeration here, but for artistic honesty's sake I left it in)

Three little unsaid seeds, sprouting into words

Our second meet was not much different

A different time, and different place

But that same old soulstruck feeling

Was written on my face

And since all my lines had vanished

Hardly an uttering escaping my since tied tongue

I smiled and hoped you felt it too

So I wouldn’t be the only one

Sure enough

In fifty tries

I hadn’t seen one miss

Your words are always fluid

Well, almost always I guess

Because when I walked up for my picture

Before even trying to say a thing

You gave me the most sincere compliment I’ve yet received

You mumbled and stuttered every word

Until catching and starting again

But the work had been done

I could tell I was not the only one

Under Love’s spell that day

I will continue to press this issue

With my pleasant persistence, miss

Because a wise woman once told me

Love often finds you when you least expect it

And my love, tag you’re it.

Cuz I’d take awkward any day (everyday)

Over a second of life without you