ode to Joy

admiration for my friend, way back on my last days in college

...And then she entered the cold room

With glance that ignites the weakest of flames

Time mellowed down as her feet traverse my direction

Hands cold, ecstatic to hear her talk,

Speechless, as her voice resound in deafening silence

Seemed a perfect judgement from past upon birth,

Predicting such name that complements an aura in one's future

But then you realize how premature to assume such flawed coincidence

Because she emits Joy in a stressful setting,

Whilst absorbing pain and anxiety all for herself

And small talks turned into big moments

Ecstasy high as I fall into her

As the end draws closer and closer

Feelings kept as I watched her walk farther

...And then it's time to leave the room

With short run filled with distant memories

Trying to make her stay was a long shot

 A shot I never had the courage to aim.

Reviews

[billyjf]

I like the poem title and the metaphor in lines 9 and 10. I felt a bit lost with the lack of some punctuation, especially in the last stanza.