Yesterday
Yesterday, I walked toward a pretty woman.
I looked into her eyes, she looked into mine.
As we passed, she smiled.
I wondered what her thoughts might be.
Yesterday, I walked toward a handsome man.
I looked into his eyes, he looked into mine.
As we passed, he smiled.
I wondered what his thoughts might be.
I looked into her eyes, she looked into mine.
As we passed, she smiled.
I wondered what her thoughts might be.
Yesterday, I walked toward a handsome man.
I looked into his eyes, he looked into mine.
As we passed, he smiled.
I wondered what his thoughts might be.
posted by Erik Ivan James | 6:54 AM
11 Comments:
Clever, Erik!
You got me, there!
Hm.
Southpaw?
Heh.
Ivan......
It is a HE said SHE said sort of thing. Jesus....
OK OK.
Heh. I was just scratching the top of my head with one finger.
So, neither of them looked at the ring finger of the other? Guess they're left wondering...
~laughing~
Me, look at the "ring finger", Samdra?
Former serviceman says,
"Go after a rockpile if I thought there was a frog underneath it."
Hi, Erik. I was going to say, this is one of those two person, pov shifters isn't it, but then while Ivan was scratching his head, you answered that.
I was hanging out in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by and pester you.
Now and then we wonder what smiling strangers are thinking, do we not?
Whether, "Hmmm, nice!" or "Thank God, I'm not that decrepit!"
Decrepit I is.
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