Furtive Glance

Poetry

Out of the corner of my eye
We make contact
A moment
A pause
A brief flicker of the soul

I saw you
You saw me too

For a moment
Just a moment
I knew you
And possibly
You knew me too

Time moves forward
Your eyes move away
Later, you walk by
Nary a glance
Nothing to say

But that’s okay
We were seen
We were known
No need to say

No need to stay

Copyright 2009 T. Ares

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