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Without Question

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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