This is not a poem. Just saying.

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Oh dear sweet one,  I have come to know you. I see you across the road. solemnly standing there every 6:30. I can deduce how your expression softens when you see those children on the streets. As we cross paths from time to time, shoulder to shoulder, in the ever busy rush, it gives me hope. Almost a while before it starts to devastate me.

In these fleeting moments, I have come to know you. I have admired you. You're always head strong and confident, ever so majestic but always on the move. The conclusion came that you weren't the one to look back. Never.

It was and will always be the thing that sets us apart. As I breath in the chaos, the confusion and the blur, I also take in the raw beauty, the joy, the life. I might dwell in this little patch of sanity while you hurry to join the current.

By faint miracle, that single time will always haunt me. You stood your ground and met my gaze. You stayed there still and graceful. For the first time you looked back at me. But for all the trouble it's worth it was also the last.

Behind those misty eyes was a promise of eternity. Too bad, I was your passing fancy.