I thought I knew someone

standing accross the road,

she was waiting for a gap in traffic...

Then, there was another time,

alighting from a cab

and carrying fancy bags...

There she was again

-I think-

seated opposite me

on that train from Liverpool,

but that was just a reflection...

There was one time at a party 

when she smiled

my way, I thought, but it was

for her friends...

We both shouted an order

at a crowded bar,

I turned to greet her

then we where seperated

by a shoulder and I was asked

for my order...

Maybe she was a stalker-

with bags of fancy shopping?

She would smile at passers by

-a neighbour perhaps-

that must be it...

Then she moved away,

as she stopped singing

in my garden nor laughing

at my jokes.

But she left me a

sodden letter, hand delivered

through my letterbox

but I was too busy

to stop and read it,

I left it for another time:

I had a dull rainy day to walk.

 

words and foto  T Carroll