Almost Qarah

She turned her head to her right

She caught your eyes in sight

You smiled to her delight

One, two, three, four, five

She’s locked in gaze alive

Swiftly hypnotic,

Beautifully chaotic

Five-ish, afternoon before sunset

You met but never met

Graveyard of the brave hearts

An unknown story departs

A pair of wheels

A pair of strangers

Gaze exchangers

 bike poem1

She Remembers

Is he a million footsteps away,
or just a face she crossed today?
She remembers a smile,
a voice for a while,
from hours and a mile.

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