Word prompt…buddy.
This poem is inspired by a person from my past who meant a lot to me then and means a lot to me now, however his wife does not permit us to talk. Yet even though we can only share brief glances we have remained friends for over twenty years.
Did you see me before I saw you?
I felt you before my eyes registered you.
You watched me walking for a moment
longer than usually permitted.
You walked alone.
Your lip raised in that little coy smile
of yours,
I wondered what are you thinking
as your eyes slowly blinked.
Then you were gone.
Karen Hayward ©2016
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