The first time we passed by each other on the street your beauty took my breath away. I didn't think you'd ever speak to a guy like me. But you did.
We passed by each other in the hall, me exiting the bathroom and you entering. I couldn't believe how lucky I was.
We passed by each other on your way out the door as you were leaving me and I couldn't breathe again.
So, when we pass by each other on the street just nod and keep going. Don't ask me how I've been.
You don't want to know.
Christopher almost 3 years ago
I got this idea yesterday and I was trying to write it as a poem but I couldn't make it work so I just wrote it as a little story.
Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
Great, if sad, little tale Christopher. So glad it’s not autobiographical. I can see how ‘believe’ and ‘breathe’ could work, poetrywise, but tbh, when I started reading it I thought how poetic it seemed with its four main elements, so it works on that level too.