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I kept looking into faces for yours today.
It was a search I didn’t know I was on, until it came up short…
She scanned the crowds, always. She stopped herself, once.
#for Reticent Mental Property. Image courtesy of the web.
And if she doesn’t find you, wills she be open to someone else? I hope so~
Will she…hmmm…is she searching for someone “close enough” (that can’t end wel…) If she ever finds his smile, right there, has she thought carefully about what happens then…
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Kind of tragic…
The searching?… Or the stopping?…OR the missing?
The kind of subtle desperation…and the not finding.
Maybe she’s not ready to find him…perhaps she hasn’t grown enough…hasn’t lived enough…it’s not her time…maybe, not in this lifetime…
Meaningful searches even go on subconsciously until they are found.
Often, when I see someone who reminds me of so-and-so, I think it is because I miss them…probably should drop a line or pick up the phone…connect…
Yes, I started a few years ago to make a point of making contact with an old friend or family member if during the day I start thinking of them from out of nowhere. A couple of times previous, I have been saddened because I ignored that feeling.
Yes, whether because someone reminds you of someone or maybe a place or a song reminds you of someone, there is a connection being made or renewed.
And sometimes you forget. Until you see a face, or a motion so close to one you used to know. Then it all comes back
A very thoughtful piece, Ret. 🙂
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