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A Poignant Recollection     



The girl beside the window,
the sundrops kissing her eyes,
her face half hidden by a curtain
A curtain of her thick black hair...

She looks out, her eyes seem far
her arms hugging her bag close
in a slightly defensive slouch,
may be thinking of something fond

The wind blew a yellowed leaf
and it brushed her cheek ever so softly
for a moment her gaze fell on the world
and she grasped the bag closer

From the distance, I saw a hint of comfort,
her fluttering lips giving way to a nervous smile.
What was it, that was so dear to her?
That she clutched so close to her heart?

Shifting my glance to the sight outside, I saw
a beautiful day.beautified more by her mere presence...
She slid a dusky finger in the thick locks and let them aside
My heart skipped a beat and her stare met mine


I looked away for the fear of scaring her off,
like a butterfly on a flower, ever so alert
and rightly so, for the world is otherwise dark

But, I wouldn't hurt her, I was just content to watch
as the journey came to an end, her destination reached
she had  already given me a reason to smile
from a stranger to another, a wordless exchange...

With me unaware of her thoughts and (hopefully) she of mine,
I watched her glide away with a cheery tread
filling my mind with her gaze

With a silent nod, I said my goodbye,
but not alone on the road ahead,
as she left me with this poignant recollection...
a recollection of something fond






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