A little something I wrote.
I walk these streets because this is where i live now.
From point A to point B , i usually see you in between.
You walk with a confidence so statuesque, so beautiful.
But just like museum rules, i can look but not touch.
I also see another when i am walking, she is effortless.
Grace and conviction, i see her beside you when you don’t.
You are perfect for one another, i picture in my mind the
moment you meet. A brush of elbows or arms, the first words
an apology, unlike either of you would give to me. A glance.
Taking in each other, like a child’s eyes at the sight of life.
you both then realize what i have known for a lifetime.
and yet i wrote your stories in my mind, it is nothing to either of you.