It
was a split second
at
the most
when
a stranger walked past
and
just then
before
leaving my world
he
looked up
the
way you would look up
not
quite sure
above
your eyelashes
to
the left
and
I was transported
back
to there
back
to the time you cared
a
tear came
a
mini drama played,
projected,
onto
an outside screen
Poem:
© Penelope Mavor 2016
Image: via google images
