My mind flashes back,
to the deepest depths of my memories.
Back to the day when all went well.
Until I bumped into you.

Exhausted, I trudged through
the hot summer streets,
and found a quaint shop.

I sat.
I waited.
I looked around.
And saw what I really yearned to see.

In another island,
in another city,
in another town.
The chances would have been remote,
indeed they were,
but then,

*I still saw her,
and she still saw me.