I saw a man today.
I thought he was a friend,
one I had not seen in…
such a long time.
I walked up to greet him,
a smile ready on my face,
but he looked up at me,
and I saw
[with embarrassment]
it was not my friend at all.
The smile lingered thought,
and he smiled back
[though he must have been confused]
and in my awkward British way,
to cover the mistake,
I asked him for the time.
But as I walked away,
a thing I once heard someone say came to mind:
Strangers are friends waiting to happen.
I paused in mid step,
turned back,
[with a bigger smile]
and handed him my card.
Maybe he’ll e-mail.
Maybe he’ll call.
Maybe he’ll not.
Either way, I made a new friend today.
☮&♥



