Passing Friends

He passed by me quickly enough, Hardly noticing (I thought),

But paused, and in the glass caught a timid glance.

He lingered, not too near,

And thought, it seemed,

Of things that he might say

That we might meet.

He thought of it at last

And started, smiling, toward me,

But before he said hello

My bus (the last one) came.

Victor J. Banis

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