Fitting in soccer AND music references in one poem? It's more likely than you think.
It’s the moment before
Like how one senses a smile before looking up
Warmth without wind, I part my lips in surprise or for breath
The downbeat, a prepared expectation
It’s the opposite of unknown, knowing before knowing
This is no response to an outside stimulus, no flinching reaction
It moves in the opposite direction, from the inside out
It grows from the core, somewhere synapses can’t reach
Like a tune, echoed in my mind without cause
The notes tease me, you know us, they say
You sound like childhood
You sing songs made of feathers, it’s the thing, flying familiar
Flying towards or away?
As unpoetic as it sounds, it’s boarding the subway at 6 o’clock
The set piece of a beautiful game
Tasting comfort from an empty coffee cup
Premature joy
One day, you’ll ask me what life was like before I met you
This is my answer
My eyes are downcast, but I trust you, even now
And I can’t wait to look up and smile back
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