the first was when i heard you,
across the street,
down a ways,
in a place you likely would not expect me.
i doubt you knew i was there.
the second was the other day,
i was sitting in a coffee shop
when you walked by.
i think you saw me then,
and crossed the street.
like there wasn't history,
perfect strangers
never having known one another.
i was on edge for only a moment or two,
and then it was gone.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 12:30 PM UTC
the first was when i heard you,
across the street,
down a ways,
in a place you likely would not expect me.
i doubt you knew i was there.
the second was the other day,
i was sitting in a coffee shop
when you walked by.
i think you saw me then,
and crossed the street.
like there wasn't history,
perfect strangers
never having known one another.
i was on edge for only a moment or two,
and then it was gone.
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