On a cold damp morning of spring,
I head to the store,
quick, for a couple,
of things,
as I am shopping,
we bump into each other again,
not lovers but old friends now,
oh that look in your eyes,
sad and lonely,
since he went away,
I do not have any time to chat,
but I wish I did,
just to know how,
you are doing, since,
now he is gone.
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How bittersweet this meeting of two hearts that time has held...The sympathetic sweetness of your concern for your friend's feelings comes across beautifully. PEACE