ᴘᴇʀsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠe
They passed each other as a strangers,
without a gesture or word,
she was on her way to the store,
he on his to the car.
Maybe in panic,
or in distraction,
or in unremembering,
that for a moment
they were in love forever.
Still, there is no guarantee,
that it was them.
Maybe just from far away.
Saw them from a window,
and the one who looks down,
is the one who is mistaken.
She disappeared behind the glass door,
he got behind the wheel ,
and flew away quickly
So nothing happened
even if it were.
And I, just for a moment
sure what I saw,
am trying in a casual poem
to tell You, Readers,
that it was sad.
They passed each other as a strangers,
without a gesture or word,
she was on her way to the store,
he on his to the car.
Maybe in panic,
or in distraction,
or in unremembering,
that for a moment
they were in love forever.
Still, there is no guarantee,
that it was them.
Maybe just from far away.
Saw them from a window,
and the one who looks down,
is the one who is mistaken.
She disappeared behind the glass door,
he got behind the wheel ,
and flew away quickly
So nothing happened
even if it were.
And I, just for a moment
sure what I saw,
am trying in a casual poem
to tell You, Readers,
that it was sad.
