Of Thought and Rhyme



Momentary lapse

She had seen it coming. It had seemed so natural. And inevitable. Yet awkward.

He was sorry for it. He blamed it on the booze.

She cringed. She would have preferred if he had blamed it on her.


The Signal

They caught each other’s eyes. He smiled. She smiled back. 

He thought she might be the one. She thought he might be the one.

Both kept the eye-contact. But nothing else.

Each was waiting for the signal.


And the signal turned green. Both took separate directions. She went right, and well, he left.


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