Someone Somewhere

She is waiting for me without my name,
Combing crowds, each face the same,
Entering laughter without the game
That a full heart is wont to enflame.

Her eyes are the color of dirty snow,
Bold mistakes have knit her slow
Into tatters that urge you to know
The stubborn flint that bids her aglow.

Her mornings are stoked by tea over fire,
In an untidy bedroom that reeks of desire
Left to savage beauty before quagmires
Steal the smiles saved to irk my ire.

We will meet on some unspectacular tile,
She will greet with an impatient smile,
My words will close wings in her aisle,
And wait for her to understand discovery.