Tuesday, March 3, 2020

Overread at Booth 3: On Some Other Street

On some other street
On some other day
In some other country, we will meet.

A glance, perhaps, nothing more,
your eyes will meet mine,

perhaps I will remember the curl of your hair
as it graces your cheek,

perhaps you will remember
the sound of my footsteps
on the pavement,

as I fade into your past.


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