Missed Connections in Baltimore
Soon
You took too many steps away before you turned to see me hurry to a waiting car and hop in.
As I grab for my seat belt, I notice you walking toward the car, and I smile.
Just as my seat belt clicks into place my vessel pulls forward and you dissipate until there is nothing.
Her Two Cents
Sometimes, the shifting plates of our existence shift too quickly, shift outside the expected downbeat and upswing in the song of our interactions. Is it the effect of a butterfly, a higher power, or simply a sheer random occurrence that directs when we stop, turn, look, smile, wave?
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