beginnings

Dashing by the door

Out of the corner of my eye

A few strands of hairs floated in that blink

And I rushed out

Looked right

The sprint was on

Yet even with beads of sweat

The steps felt graceful

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In the train

Standing with mind wandering

The eye catches the same hair
And this time her visage is revealed

A portrait of potential warmth

Waves of hands exchanged

The minds again drift away

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A few days pass by
No happenstances float in the river of my life
And then as I sit
She does in the empty space beside me
Again a wave 
She buries her head into a book
Two scenarios play in my head
Silence or curiosity
Jitters force me down the road of silence
But the book lodges in my mind

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Months go by
She has dropped back
Into the farthest corners of my mind
And now I see her
We are both on the staircase out
Turning her head she waves
I finally ask, "Did you like the book?"
There's a nod
And a smile
She asks me to stop
And on the stairs, we sit
With I pining for friendship
And perhaps further