Burns a hole in my pocket
Like fuel from a rocket
I spend the spare change
and read headlines
"I know you from somewhere"
I look up and see beauty
"I do...I know you from somewhere"
Before I can speak
she sits on my bench
and folds her delicate hands in her lap
"I close my eyes and see you in my mind"
Slowly turning her head she looks at me
"I feel we are connected"
I am rendered speechless
"Please tell me you feel it too"
And without thinking
"I feel it too" comes spilling from my lips
I blink and she is gone
Like an apparition
Like a dream
like the shortcuts I use to take through life
Burning a hole in my pocket
Like fuel from a rocket
I spend the spare change
and make my own headlines
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