Gentle Tug

By Alex Fosnaugh

The first time I saw you, 

I felt a gentle tug. 

There was a string

Pulling me closer. 

Inviting me in

Wanting me to know you. 

The second time I met you,

I felt a calm familiarity. 

That tug became dragging, 

The gentle pulling became a lasso. 

The string began to loop around us. 

The third time I met you, 

I was expecting it. 

Because by that point 

You were mine. 

The string had tied a knot, 

All we needed to do was reach out

And interlock our hands.