Strangers
I've met you once before
In a dream I had, not so long ago
But as dreams often do
Your face wasn't clear to me
Yet I knew it was you
Now, we sit inches apart
A chance encounter
A random stroke of fate
And I want to tell you
All that I know
We can be
But you don't even know me
Laid back in your seat
Earphones pumping some melody
Eyes closed to the world around you
You know not
What I know
Unaware of my eyes
My nervous anticipation
My internal debate
"Do I say something?
Do I let it go?"
The flight attendant approaches
"Sir, please raise your seat,
We're preparing for take-off"
You remove the earbuds,
turn and catch my eye
And smile at me
Smiling back,
I realize you're not ready to know
I've met you once before
In a dream I had, not so long ago
Copyright 2008 - Karina
For the Writer's Island "Flight" and Matinee Muse "Chance Encounter" prompts.
3 comments:
how wonderfully put, thoughts that would have pop into my head but dare not try to act on
a sense of deja va - nicely convey in your words
Lovely work! The sense of knowing and being unable to convey it - excellent.
Karina,
Real or not it sounds real to me.
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