Places Passing By

Paige Keller

Sitting on a patio sipping tea under the sun, writing notes into

my phone through the breeze. Imagining different days and new

ways to live - a place where I am me, whomever she is.

Some place where you walk by and we are reintroduced for the

very first time. Your eyes and mine. Our minds far away and

familiar - different now but two souls the same.

A breath of nostalgia and suddenly there’s a smell that I can

almost pinpoint but can never place. I imagine an embrace and a

deep inhale of your essence but say hey - I stay seated.

I’m not quite sure if you’re thinking the same or counting the

seconds till you can turn and walk off - to the better places

you’ve found while I was drifting

so

far

away.