my position that dusk

I remember that evening.

It was like numerous other evenings when I could only be so lucky to have been spotted, and to have squinted, as you gently landed your distance on my face. We were in such hurry, almost desperate to realise the inevitable: I was racing towards ‘the next happening’ while you had more important surfaces. But in that instant, I had already come to understand the depth of your story, and my position that dusk – like you had meant for me.

Such was my happening.