You brushed right by me two days before now.
The sidewalk was littered with raindrops and
our footsteps opposed the same direction.
But then you called my name — I thought you did.
What you said was something else. I still turned
and saw you smiling and you saw me, sad,
not crying, not frowning. Your smile began
to fade, and in nanoseconds, slivers
of time between the clock’s hands rotating,
flowing from one second into the next,
I blinked, face flushed, cheeks rise, my teeth breathing
air as lips
Muscles, tendons all contracted and pulled
a smile, rising high. And then you returned
to satisfaction, a happiness when
you realized the
world was happy
for that one
You stretched forth your hands. My feet carried me
‘tween sidewalk raindrops in your direction,
alight, alive with
’twas doused by the realization that you
reached for another man running into
your arms. Your face buried on his shoulder,
the soft breeze tossed your hair against his cheek
and your eyes remained closed. I walked on with
quiet footsteps. Open your eyes, I’m gone
but your smile remains.