Eyes meet,
look away!
Talking
laughing
Whispers
what was that?
A party
a funeral
Broadway
Wall Street
Hangouts
meetings
Brunch
with a guy?
gal?
mother?
father?
friends?
strangers.
Missed connections
lost loves
Thinking
wondering
Believing
forgiving
HUSH!
Thoughts.
Wishes.
Wants.
Needs.
Breathe!
Inhale
Exhale
Swish.
Swoosh.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Walking.
Running.
Almost there.
Eyes meet,
Look away!
Just a sec,
a connection made
a moment lost
never regained.
This poem was inspired by the city rush. As one of my friends pointed out: each day you pass by people going about their day. Each one has their own struggles and successes; they have their own story. When will you see that person again — maybe tomorrow, maybe never? Maybe in five years you’ll actually meet, without ever knowing that once long ago your eyes met at a city street corner.
Felecia Efriann
September 21, 2014We past by people or see people throughout the day, and their story is a mystery. At time my Dad and I will play the game, what’s their story? It is always interesting to think about what others may be going through.
Naty
September 22, 2014Yes! I used to play that with my brother. Now, it’s usually where I get inspiration for short story ideas.