I approached a stranger, a woman
Though
not a stranger, somehow familiar
In
some way, in her pale eyes I saw what?
Recognition?
There was something but what
We
held each other’s gaze and then she stood
We
faced each other in silence, watching
She
offered her hand to me smiling
I
took it and smiled back, in silence
Her
hand soft and gentle lay on my own
Then
her fine delicate fingers fitted
Between
mine like pieces of a puzzle
Placed
to fit perfectly, completing
A
picture of lost moments found once more
She
spoke and opened an eternal door
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