A Goshlingish Gesture

What I did was a romantic gesture -
an outpouring of the heart
an invulnerably vulnerable desperation
to grasp all that I could in the short months ahead.

and so I smiled,
inhaled an ounce of courage -
threw wide the door -
and sprinted around the corner
into the pouring rain.

Waiting, frigid
I sauntered back nervously -
thinking myself a fool to pull
such a Goslingish gesture.

Then I saw you,
in Chevrolet sunlight
Beams glowing - silencing the pitter patter.

In that moment - I knew
Something held our connection
far greater than Love.
And so still I think of that time thereof -
where it was You, I
and tears of Joy from above.