Our Eyes Meet - A Poem in Poetry

Chain restaurant ambience
The scent of freshly baked bread
The jangle of keys coming from
The customer in line ahead of me
I watch as you work
Showing your skill
Wearing the black visor
With your hair in a ponytail
Oh my god
The visor and ponytail
Wow
Give me a moment
I collect myself
I approach the counter
Our eyes meet
It’s like time stops for us
The sandwich can wait
As we gaze into each other’s souls
I yearn for you