by Sally Ann Houston
Traveling, treading, walking a distant hall, when who upon my journey do I meet? An old acquaintance, a comrade, a companion of past and yet a stranger I see there, unexplained.
Is there fear in my heart when I meet this young man, not so very young as you may believe. when he looks away from the sight of me do I in turn do the same? Do we turn together in identical duplicate paths to hurry away from past remembrances or memories? or do we greet each other with joyful happy faces of hope and expectation for the future?
What dreams do we keep deep in our hearts that we have not yet let the other comprehend, understand or behold? Would it be so painful to try again starting from this very meeting of unexpected coincidence? Would it be wrong if we met again at some latter date of great importance, Not intentionally or of any option of our own, not really, but by a twist of fortunate fate? Would it be so wrong?
I think not for have not all my previous questions been answered beforehand by his Shy like smile in first meeting? and so this meeting ends and all questions are answered once again by the grasp of a hand and the touch of lips. So the meeting ends, At least for your eyes, the meeting ends.

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