Passerby

I only caught you at a glance

while driving to my slow death,

so I tilted my neck

to get as long a view as I could.

You were beautiful and I’ll never see you again.

You had a youthful face and shadowy hair

with a snap of sun on your skin.

Eyelashes, I love a girl with full eyelashes,

I could swing from your eyelashes

down to your pink, ruffled lips.

As we moved in opposite directions

(3 seconds never seemed so short a time as in that moment.)

I groaned at fate and its constant tease

of showing me something beautiful

as she’s on her way to leave.

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