don't talk to strangers
we passed each other
in the street –
he, with his
new (old?) girlfriend
(she was frowning
for some reason;
they were holding hands),
and I, with my
shopping bags.
we exchanged glances:
his was something
along the lines of,
"yes, we could have
worked things out."
mine was more of a
"I can't believe this
dress was half-price!"
he dragged her along;
we never saw
each other again.

TMK 29sept2007