Looking Through the Windows
I remember that fateful day in April,
You drove right by my car
And stared into my window
Til you passed me
Ever since then I have looked for you,
Looking through the windows
Of every black pickup,
Searching for your face.
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A moment in time!
Oh, now this is an incredible snapshot of a moment that, ironically, moves through time with your continued looking. Awesome poem!
Lovely!