As I wandered along the quiet street,
The gentle hum of the trolleybus
Still loud in my ears, my thoughts
Suddenly shifted to her, and the ironic
Timing of it all.

Had we not swapped places, it would
Have been difficult, but inadvertently
We made the improbable impossible.
Yet another life was saved; another
Mistake avoided, before I knew it.

The background I recall being subtly
Different, but green I remember vividly,
Rightly or wrongly. It caught the Sun
On that hot afternoon, one of so many
In that crazy summer.

Does she remember me like I do her,
Or am I merely like that
Licence plate: subtly out of place
And of little apparent consequence?

To me, though, it meant something:
It was a link with her world, so
Apparently separate from mine,
As it was destined to remain.

Perhaps, one day, I shall make the
Pilgrimage to the wood in the land
Of water, and tread on the same earth
On which her feet grew but part of her
Remained forever a child.

Until then, the closest I will come is
That piece of metal a long way
From home, that reminded me that
A part of my heart was even
Further away.

08/11/2013

Posted on 09/27/2013
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