A Moment In Passing
She smiled at me, as I walked by.
“Morning” Said I, catching a glimpse
of troublesome torment riding
the surface of her expression,
while “Lacklustre eyes” In a flash
cried out in need of assistance.
But “Who am I, just a stranger-
ah! Maybe her problems are too
personal for those close to her?”
“Or could it be just another
opinion that she desires
from one not related to her
needs?” But alas a fraction too
late, our nearness slips by within
a moment, her “Eau De Cologne”
Lost to the wind, strangers once more!
© Harry J Horsman 2010
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