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 stood
We faced each other in
silence, watching,
She offered her hand
to me with a smile
I took it and smiled
back, still in silence
Her hand soft and
gentle lay on my own
Until her fine
delicate fingers fitted
Between mine like the
pieces of a puzzle
Placed to fit with
perfection, completing
A picture of lost
moments found once more
She spoke and opened an eternal door
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