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I'm Almost Glad
I passed you on my path by chance,
by the bench where we once sat
with hands and hearts entwined.
You looked on through me
as if I were the fading apparition
you left when you said goodbye.
Your eyes saw past the flame of hurt,
that dying love ember left behind
as though you felt things that I did not.
Your head and hand turned to another
who laughed as you brushed her cheek
and pinked at your tender touch.
I’m almost glad I saw you there
for it fueled my footsteps forward.
I passed you with a terse nod
that said
… I’m almost glad you left.
Copyright ©
Linda Alice Fowler
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