i saw her,
a revelation in glorious technicolour,
standing by the bus stop,
she smiled at me,
wrenching my heart off my sleeve.
i see her still,
now in faded black and white,
wondering where she may be, after all these years,
months, days, moments,
with time trickling through our lives,
knotting destiny into a silken weave,
time, wicked time,
slipping away,
down fate’s random sieve …