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We had not met

And never will.

She travelled through the crowd

An island,

With people

Breaking over her

Like waves.

Submerged in thought,

She sometimes cleared

Her head

Enough

To rise above the sea-

Sadness

Painted in her cheeks,

And loneliness

A smudge

Upon her face.

But once,

She surfaced in the stream

Her eyes

Like beacons.

And there,

Floodlit in her gaze,

We joined

Along a line so bright,

The people melted

Into ripples:

Stubbled shadows

In the glare.

And we danced

Along the glowing bridge

Between,

Till she was swept away

To join

The waiting waves.

Crowds

Are such empty places

Now.