She walked by.
The memories they might make.
He didn’t know her name, nor did she his.

Hello.
The clumsy introduction.
Smiles, flirtation, invitation.

The first date.
The dreaminess of young love.
Him down on one knee, her crying in joy.

Children crying.
And laughing, and dancing.
Growing old and gray together.

She walked by.
The air filled with possibility.
But he did not see her. He was busy texting.

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