Now she’s here, Now he’s here

Cycling

She sits across from me now.

Just a table separates us.

Hair flowing down to shoulders

Slender beneath a woven article.

Clothing the color of the sky

 

He sits across from me only moments before

She occupied that very seat.

She’s gone now- boarded a shuttle.

She’s miles away now.

Who knows when we’ll meet again.

 

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