I'm the story you never told. And I'm telling your story now. I'm telling the secrets you want to hide but can't keep hidden. Listen, as the fire crackles and the cat curls up on your lap. Listen, as your hair stands at uncanny reflections. Listen to your heart, screaming. listen, and dream.

Monday, September 30, 2013

Strangers Who Meet


Our eyes met
Across the street
So fleeting, so quick
A connection made

I could have smiled
You would have nodded
You could have said hi
And a beginning would have begun

But the lights turn green
And we started to walk
Past each other
The moment lost

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