someone i used to know
standing in a crowded hallway
and he came from behind,
crossed his arms
over a neon shirt,
looking around.
i turned sharply
and nearly stepped
into his chest.
he was a stranger
but not.
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I hate it when that happens…
On this very day, a year ago, I had this same experience. Was my final poem for LexPoMo last year.
Felt, dear.