Concert Day

by David Andrés Alíx

Concert Day

Because I one day enjoyed your spirit, is it incorrect to conclude that we are friends?

I enjoyed the spirit of a singer as she performed so evocative that the tears flowed.

She caught sight of me and seemed to be as enthralled.

We were joined for that moment that cannot be taken away, but we are not friends today.

But we do love each other because we allowed the other to invade our space.

I was prepared to do this before I bought the ticket, and the troubadour before she sold it.

Anxious to see what might take place on concert day.