I didn’t look both ways before crossing <br />Into what proved to be the intersection of my life. <br />The traffic racing by only served to blur my vision of you from across the street. <br />Passers by were the recollections of your countenance <br />As I look for you in every face. <br /> <br />I stepped out into the street <br />And found myself in the whirlwind of a city unfamiliar to me. <br />A city in the pace you’ve grown accustomed to <br />But far from the fields from whence we met. <br /> <br />Pausing in the median to wipe my brow <br />Lifting my eyes to yours for reassurance <br />I discerned your image in the passenger seat <br />Of a car headed further northbound. <br />Your back was toward me <br />And I imagined you cheerful and unburdened. <br />Laughing even – but I’m not sure. <br /> <br />I could not discern the driver. <br />I’ve wondered if his was an arbitrary stop, unscheduled <br />Or maybe you were with him all the while. <br /> <br />The vision of your retreat has now subsided <br />And the dim roar of this strange city has reoccurred. <br />I’m nowhere near the cross walk <br />Yet confident as I step out once more <br />To cross over and leave behind <br />A scorn all too familiar.<br /><br />C Note<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/visions-of-you-2/
