Never will we meet, you and I.
I view you from afar
Our paths cross unintentionally. Randomly.
Our schedules entwine
Unbeknownst to you
A passerby on the highway below
A blur unnoticed
I see you above me
Busy in your mode
Looking up, you pass me by
Your presence singed into my being for the day
A stranger
This morning, a dress
Floral patterned and billowing in the breeze
I rush by glancing at you
A smile crosses my face
Content with what little of you I have
With my image of you
As you walk over me
Never knowing I'm there,
I see you as if in a dream
A daily reality, which is mine alone
Unappreciated by others who never care to see the beauty there
I time your patterns
Match them to my own
Guess at what you will show me this day
This moment
Happiness comes in small measure
Self-created from a moment in time
My girl on the pedestrian overpass
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