I seen her yesterday,
she looks almost the same as she did when we last talked
I can't remember how many years it been.
more than 2? 5?
who knows.
She walked toward me and met my gaze.
I wish I knew what she was thinking.
Every time I spot her in a crowd,
I can't help but stare at her.
Amazed at the woman she has become,
even if I know very little about her.
I like to imagine her life full and happy.
I half smiled and cowboy nodded in her direction.
She had looked unsure at first and looked down.
I didn't waver my look.
She then looked back and returned with a small smile,
slightly curved but meaningful.
We kept walking, further and farther apart.
It was over.
But today, I think of her.
