He Saw Me
When I looked up
in the noise of the busy restaurant,
the day half done,
my tea cold needing refill
and there he was
as I always remembered him.
An old but familiar face
grayed hair, glistening blue eyes
reaching out across the cacophony,
how well he once knew me
back here
in our old similar haunts.
I paused to catch his intense glance
wondered if he could recall the old slow dance
when two hearts were bound
lost to the noise that drowned
the edge of time
as it slipped away?
He smiled, a devilish grin
did it bring back to him
the us that was back then,
as he rose and was slow to step away
his hand clasped mine
and beckoned me away.
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