Contraband Dialogue

He looks at her from across the way,
and thinks about what he might say.
In his mind his words are trapped,
so he describes what is happening as though a third party.

Beginning where the trail starts,
he leads his audience weaving them into summersaults.
This story he tells is complicated,
based on fact but complicated by love.

All at once everything stands still.
The answer has been staring him in the face,
laughing the entire time.
All he has to do is act like he's talking to someone else.

With that he stands,
and his heart soars.
He'll talk to her yet,
even if their discussion is contraband.

Then he realizes his mistake,
in his lapse of inner thought,
he'd let her get away.
All words are gone now,
what more is there to say?