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I see you in the middle of a crowded street.

Time stands still.

God, it's been so long.

Questions flood my mind,

The pointless ones that hold no meaning

Yet mean the world:

  How are you?

  Have you been well?

  Has life been treating you good?



But...

I'm too stunned to speak.



So, I bow my head, close my eyes,

To gather my thoughts

And then look up...

all a second too late.

When I look up,

You are gone.

I let the moment pass me by.

I thank God for my answered prayer,

But I should have been more specific:



I wanted more than just to see you.