He nods. She nods
back, unsure. Does he know her?
Does she know him? He looks familiar,
doesn`t he?
Still, she`s not sure. Still, she would feel better, more certain, if only,
he had left her with – before he passed on by –
sure, if only he had left her with
the surety of knowing that,
for sure, surely,
she had not just been nodded at by
an unknown
acquaintance.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 5th September, 2021
Image by Carola68 Die Welt ist bunt…… from Pixabay
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