Lingering in 875

The air was filled with chance and nervous words.
There were moments where I didn't dare breathe.
Making my mind frantic.
Feeling alive and fearfully exposed.
Then eyes light, hands clasped and lips met.
I still linger in that room.
Cappuccino stained wood, a half empty ashtray, and my verbalized guts laid out like a hand of cards.
Wishing you'd chase this spark with me.