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Friday, January 10, 2014

The Friend and Stranger

i could not have seen you coming.
i certainly saw you coming in that i saw you moving toward me-
i saw you walk on the sidewalk-
i saw you with your friends.
i did not know that you'd be such a friend to me.

i could not have seen you coming.
had i known you would mean so much to me-.

had i known you would mean so much to me
i might have wanted to stop my heart sooner.

but i am glad i did not know.

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quick, furtive glances of strangers.
unparalleled.
the highest unspoken compliments,
or the most perverse, greediest intentions.
i think i know which is which
but i'm so unused to the former
i expect the latter.
but these, your eyes this time were too quick for mine.

i didn't know i'd want you when i saw you.
have you seen me before?
did you have a feeling i existed?
or did you spot an empty seat, sit down, then hear me laugh?
were you beguiled by my smile?
did you hope i'd note you, too?
or did you only need an un-returned glanced?
matchless the feeling, indeed;
too eager to be mimicked.

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