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At London's El Street


I smiled


Shook my head


My air full of euphoria

Sat the exact spot on the tube


Where an exchange was graced to a well smooth cube


In endurance,

Like dejavu


Gazing back into time


A day before Friday


Thinking behind my head


Smiling before my heart


As realism slaps my face off delusion


But still spot a sparkle


People in their work wear turn their heads
 towards that spot


As I pinged this little piece


On my little iPhone keys


Heading to meet precisely the same subject


Heading from when we met


For the same purposes


As I chuckled


Well almost


I wonder at 3:55pm somewhere at L. St


Where the world throws him


While I sketch that chart


Of where I think he be


Or where I glide


My eyes look up


As to be conscious of not been oblivious


A little girl with her dad smiles at me


I smile at her


Dropping my head towards this


Imagining how I walked into his space

Amazed at how he won me

With my hair wrapped like a dame from the 70’s


Wearing my Chanel fragrance

On a typical July summer day

Frustrated at the stale smell of sweaty bodies


The central line's cramped carriage


Coupled with inclinations of fatigue


Yet he was in a different space