Alive yet lost..

The clock stuck nine,
And already I was high on my wine,
I almost felt like I'm falling,
But I didn't.
The glass in my hand was empty,
I needed one more glass,
I wanted to get rid of my thoughts;
Thoughts that troubled my mind and heart,
That killed me every minute.
I forced myself to stand still,
Balanced myself holding the table,
And took deep breaths,
Every time I breathed,
I felt alive yet lost.
That minute,
I saw him there,
In a bright red shirt with a nearly parted hair.
His eyes,
Magnetic enough to attract me,
I kept looking at him talking with the guests,
I laughed and smiled,
And realised it's just an infatuation and fell down.

The next morning,
I didn't remember what happened the fortnight, but I remember him.
His face,
The way he talked,
The way he smiled,
The way he looked at me when someone someone pointed by my side,
I just remember him and his presence.
I woke late and rushed to work,
And I stood there still,
When I saw him walking towards me.
He introduced himself,
And I stood there in shock,
Not believing myself.
His voice,
I heard but didn't listen keenly as I was still in shock.
He said he recognised me from the party last night,
Talked about himself,
What he does and everything,
And I did the same without even realising I'm already late for work.
Oh god! This man!
I thought I got infatuated,
But this is something more than that,
I felt happy after years,
after my first breakup.
I felt alive after long,
Only after meeting and talking with him.
Probably,
I'm falling in love all again!
~Aarthi.N
@writingsbyrt