Karma wore blue jeans

I remember the first time
I met you
you were in blue jeans
and a black t-shirt
showing off every magical
womanly curve
you shook my hand
and ran your hand
absently through your
long almond hair
and adjusted your glasses
to look up at me
and smile
that smile
that took my breath away
small nude lips
parted slightly
and turned upwards
at either end
to flip the switch
that lit up your cheeks
your eyes your face
and savoring the moment
you turned and walked away
hips swaying to a music
only you could hear
it was that moment
that returned to me
three years later
when I walked into the bar
and saw through the smoke
your smile beaming
light through the room
and thought
it’s
fate