A Breath Brushing Past

A Breath Brushing Past


Dark and starless the sky tonight…
memories were on my mind in reminiscent ways
that touch my soul…
I wonder
do their  thoughts
 dwell on me
on what  could have been
had only days and years and circumstance
been other then it was….

them… the hearts & souls
and fleeting connections
of those who brushed my life
for days or years or half-forgotten moments
that linger in the lost and found…

… the red-headed boy
who kissed me when I was 11
not sure why then … nor now either…he just did it…

all the many ‘gypsy’ kids I played with for a moment or a day
caravan park, river side… pulled up at the edge of an endless highway
that went on forever, yet was often empty…. heat-shimmers rising like spirits…

nameless faces that I’ve dated, empty encounters lacking connection…
… the bag lady at Central Station… does she remember me?
and those moments we spent in conversation
 drinking cheap & sweet black coffee…

do they remember me… and how our lives crossed paths
those moments we shared a heartbeat … a spontaneous laugh…
souls connected for a moment, in a breath brushing past;
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