As she walks in the door,
As he walks out the door,
She quickly looks up,
He is already staring down at her,
Their eyes lock for a few seconds,
She smiles towards him,
He gives a slight grin towards her,
Their shoulders briefly touch each other as they walk past one another.
She takes hold of a tremble that moves throughout her body like hands running down her spine.
His body stops in movement, frozen he stands between the door and the outside.
For a few seconds he wonders …..if…
For a few seconds she questions….if…
If its possible to cross paths so rapidly and envision their lives with each other in such a short amount of time.
Does he continue in his direction or does he turn around?
Does she turn around or does she continue in her direction?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great style. loved it from top to bottom...