You didn’t notice when I
passed you today,
which is for the best,
I think you would agree.

What doors–so long forgotten–
would have opened had our eyes met,
what knot in the tangled yarn of my heart
would suddenly pull free?

What buried memory of us,
so accustomed to shadow,
would find itself exposed in the
weak light of a early October sky?

No matter–the moment passed,
and we kept pace, magnets of like
poles moving further apart as if there
was no distance great enough to satisfy.