I used to think you lived everywhere at all times
like air
and that I only had to breathe in
deep enough to make you appear
or maybe the city conspired by hiding you
behind shopping carts and traffic signals
connived to make us meet
billboards told you where I was headed and
radios announced when I would be done
with my work
trains adjusted their watches
signals went down and came up
tracks flooded or not
rain stopped or became wild
sunsets took longer or hurried
so you would be there at the corner of May Street
when I walked by
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i really loved this.
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agghhhhh...i want to be inside your head most of the time....you are a delightful writer, and this is one of my favorites Love, L
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:-)
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ohhhh. no idea what to say here.
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wild applause goes here
Damn, I wish I had written that.
It's simply wonderful.
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i love how the entirety of this poem sort of just builds up to the end lines, and sort of how unrealistic our thoughts can be at times, assuming that all these grand things happened to make a coincidence occur, and you just wrote it beautifully as usual.
awesome.
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this has a beautifully simple complexity to it,
and I've absolutely fallen in love with this poem.
thank you for sharing, I wish you all the best.
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I love this. Thank you for the smile...
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where do you come up with this?
do you like take the morning train to venus and arrive back at 4.45pm with a whole new head of phrases.
do you?
because it seems like it.
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I wish that were true ... I love this.
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love this...it's playful, and yet, the feelings expressed are so true.
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nice...
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this is so wistul and sweet..
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I love the word serendipity! It has that swirling skirt and mystical gypsy music sound to it ... and so does this poem! I can hear the music of the spheres and the alienment of stars in this! Love it!
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You always pen with such a unique voice. All of favorites do, that is why you are my favorites.
I love the word serendipity, the whole idea of it even. I believe there are no coincindences, so...
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Its such a tough feeling when you have met someone, but you know they are out there. And then you just and convinced you either see them, but you are wrong, or you see them and you think it really is them. I'm going through that right now, pretty much every day. And its not quite pain, but it doesn't feel good. Anyways, I loved this poem so very much, possibly because it really hits home for me, but you have some lovely imagery and it was all beautifully poetic. You took the words right from my soul
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it's funny, isn't it, that when we have someone on our mind, he just shows up... probably still in our mind, but it's those second takes because we swear it was him. it's strange because there are people i haven't even met in person that i feel i see occasionally. maybe it's a bond of some kind. my family has also moved, and i wonder sometimes how similar people look. i have found myself people watching... their mannerisms, appearances, or whatever it may be... i always find myself being reminded of someone i care about. but nothing is as strange as the coincidence of running into someone from your past (that you havent seen for awhile) many times in a one week span. hmmmmm. i actually asked if he was stalking me. lol.
i like this, alot, but i haven't found one by you that i dont like yet.
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Cool...
I liked this. Fate, serendipity, freak coincidences?? hmmm. Makes you wonder, lol. But I like your lead up to it.
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