Once,
I’d count down days to him.
My pounding would steal my breath at
the thought of him.
I observe my obsession from a distance
laughing at my absurdity,
thankful to have exorcised such ghosts.
.
Now,
thinking I’m seeing her soon
illuminates my being
with not-so-secret joy.
I acknowledge my obsession
in a collectitivity of compatriots
thankful for opportunities
to rub against greatness.
Shawn L. Bird 
Very nice piece… “rub against greatness”… I love the image 😉
Thank you.
I appreciate you stopping by today!
My pleasure 🙂
One good obsession leads to another. The difference is, each time it gets easier to let go- or so I now think.
Sometimes the best part is not letting go… 🙂
beautiful
Thanks.
🙂