I Had Seen You

I had seen you

walk by

dressed in black

in the pale phosphorescent light.

We stole glances

at each other.

I couldn’t help but

imagine

What if . . .

And though being very near

we never spoke.

I counted my steps

Twenty

and a half

from me to you.

We were within earshot

to hear each other

each day.

And though being very near

we never spoke.

There was a long aisle

carpeted in quiet blue.

I knew how long it was

one morning

when we were coming toward

each other

hurried steps

not knowing what to say

but to say nothing.

We nearly brushed each other

as we passed

and one of us kept eyes downcast.

Footsteps

sometimes quick

sometimes unhurried

the sounds of which

we both became familiar with

as one passed by

a sidelong glance

a lingering smile

and the other was left

with nothing but

a smile remembered.

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