Ahh the sweet smell of salsa!
A dark room of forlorn smiles.
Women lost in a world of confusion.
Embracing a celebration.
Yet enamored by the glimpse of another.
A kind one reaching out.
To bridge the gap of a young lady.
A melodic gentlemen.
Sharing his heart if just for a moment.
Hidden in a napkin the depths of her soul.
He shows interest in what will never be.
Deducts without reasoning this road will not travel.
Sounds of Latino music fill the air.
Chatter of the present. Heartaches and hopes.
Subtle smooth flowing. Quiet din in the air.
Dark tables, hands touch. Warm fingers. Caress the soul.
Memories of another time, another place.
Such contrast. Such similarity.
Held fondly. Never spoken. Never shared.
A number secluded in the past of the road less traveled.