Hello
Hello
How are you?
Yeah, good you?
Twice in a lifetime she thinks
a smile not quite formed
Meeting eyes, they watch each other
Are you seeing anyone?
Cautiously a whisper comes,
You don’t get that any more.
And looks down
Her smile warm
with sparkly eyes,
…she stands
It was really nice to see you.
Crossing the street, she walks away
About the Creator
Kiana Carda
“I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say.” —Flannery O’Connor
Taking moments I disappeared, and unlearning all my fears.
Still finding my voice, happly learning out loud.
Would love any feed back x
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