we are at intersections,
alleys, corners, streets
parallel we are almost…
yet we never met; often
lost with our compass
wandering, we are never
far from each other’s way.
and though my eyes have
glanced yours over and
over inside this well-worn
path, perhaps, it isn’t
time… it’s not our time
just yet

© mr gahon 1/22/15


About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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