The impulse to approach her was there
And so you did,
Not in the moment of the prompt
But when it endured the shelves
Of books you browsed,
Heedless even of their titles,
This calling of one to another,
This desire to pause in your
Ceaseless silent passing in the day
And the night so you might recognize,
Acknowledge, so you might stop
And dare to smile and say hello.November 2016
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