the closest we came
to saying anything
was the day I shopped
on the street
for necklaces
you saw me
& pulled over
to ask if I wanted coffee
all you wanted was water
because you never drank
anything hot, just water
& to talk about music,
books, work
as usual
like we did every day
over lunch,
but how odd
to see the girl from Eden
walking in your neighborhood
we talked a little
about the man-woman thing
about how sometimes
we pretend to ignore it
and you said
it’s always there
& I caught my breath
on that skipped beat
until you danced to another subject
telling, how I never asked
why you stopped the car
& you never said
we just smiled
& moved past it
Susan Daniels Poetry 
This is nice. It has a quiet, consistent tone, and leaves a haunting impression in the mind.
Thank you, John. Interesting choice of words, as this friend passed away in ’07, and I just wrote this today.
Yes, haunting. And leaves me wanting to know more of the story.
Makes two of us 🙂
beautiful and sad and makes us realize that we shouldn’t let such chances pass us by if we can help it.
unless, unless the spark leads to an excellent friendship with always that edge of more to tension it up 🙂
yes, that does make for a pretty interesting friendship dynamic. btdt and it’s good
sure does 🙂
the road not walked, we miss……the skipped step that froze actual as potential, surveyed from the present with a blend of regret and resignation …..it was meant to be, it would have been! I ilke this poem, confers on the Nike advert an added urgency!
🙂 Ah, the missed potential led to an excellent friendship–and carpe diem does not apply here, as we were both already otherwise occupied. Just a nice spiced edge to a friendship.
i can feel this one running up and down my rib cage for a lot of reasons. very nice all the way through:)
Thanks Don–tell it to leave your rib cage alone–too hot for any friskiness 🙂
too true…but i could use some friskiness where it’s all in nothing but A\C….hahahaha
You have a point there, Don… ROFL/LMAO
A sehr groovy meditation on a moment when two come together and form a temporary union through a fusion of sorts. Peace.
Thanks–it was 🙂
Very “real”~ almost heaviness in the air~ You’ve wonderful ! Deb xo
Thanks again, hon!
Clear and simple writing style with a bit of nostalgia and enough to ponder upon
Thank you 🙂
I just had to share it. Loved it!
Aw, thanks, Patricia!