magic moments

i was a minute late
hoping the woman with the
baited breath
would miss a step
and i would cut through

like how i caught your glimpse,
because the waiter didn’t know
an early order
would mean you came too early,
too early.

then again
i meet you everyday

along the sidesteps
valleyways
the paths i take
when i don’t see your face
but remember

your face can’t speak
inside my head.

get out, get out,
back then he said;

talk to me instead.

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