Keep Walking

I've just seen you. Ten, fifteen minutes ago.

At first I saw your hair. I didn't realise it right away, but I thought - it looks like her hair. Which came to me as no surprise since I keep seeing (or imagining) this kind of situation. Probably because I expect to see you in every corner.

Then, as I kept walking, I saw him, right in front of you. I just looked, it was a mere coincidence, because I didn't believe it was possible to see you there. It had never happened before, after all. And then, as I looked distractedly, it hit me. It was him. And you.

I didn't have the courage to look back so that I could see you. So I just kept walking.

I've just seen you. Twenty, twenty-five minutes ago. I haven't smiled ever since.

*Iz