I saw you today.
We passed on our ways.
Face and figure so familiar.
Eyes held
above steering
through glass.
I looked away,
ashamed
to have revealed
my heart to a stranger.
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I read this in a novel, although which…? Of that I am not certain. The idea of meeting a stranger, having a moment and knowing you will never meet them again. There is something that moves me about it. Time for introspection.
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It’s a weird sensation, no doubt. Thinking someone is someone else. A bit embarrassing too. 🙂 x
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What did I say about stalking me!!
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Aye, you wish! 🙂 x
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hmmm…tell us more! This could be a fun short story 😉
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It literally was a moment caught in time. So there’s no more! 🙂 Might have a think about that though.x
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sometimes those moments are fodder for the best stories! Who did you think it was? My first thought was that you thought it was yourself 😉
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No, it wasn’t me. 🙂 The glass I was looking through was the windscreen of my car. But we both caught each other’s eye as if we did know each other. Then I realised it couldn’t possibly be who I thought. And quickly looked away. Mistaken identity. Who knew there were so many doppelgangers around? 😉 x
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I can relate. Sometimes we say too much and regret it later, unable to take back what was said. Avoidance is the the only escape. Great poem.
Susan. X
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Fortunately, I didn’t actually say anything. That would have been hugely embarrassing if I hadn’t realised in time. And I was in my car so it was just a brief moment. But very weird.x
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Oh, my!
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That’s kinda what I said too. 😉 x
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BTW, your poem is up: Fruit of the Spirit – Gentleness. Hope you like the blog that surrounds it!
http://susanirenefox.com/
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Beautiful.x
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❤
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