A stroll, a glance, a little nod.
Reciprocated from, I think, it’s Bob.
A wave, a pass, a hand outstretched.
A reach, a miss, oh what a mess.
A head held low. Shoulders high.
Don’t stop. Don’t turn. It’s not that guy.
That’s all I ever ask for. Quietly.
For to ask for it loudly seems almost as begging. A quiet wish is the mark of a truly humorous person with a fair amount of conviction in their own talent.
I’d love to meet this person. They sound like a complete delight!
Thanks for following by the way. I cannot guarantee quality or continuity. As long as you know that up front, we shall get along fine.
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