A missed connection

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Humdrum-er it coudn't be,

Another day, to be lost in history,

No promise of love or magic,

until it caught my eye...

Your lime green scarf,

intimate with your skin,

Were there stars on it?

Or were they flowers?

Your phone rolled down your lap,

a delinquent, a runaway at my feet,

You turned to look, bent, picked it,

said, "Nice shoes."

Too dazzled to think,

"Nice scarf" is all I could say,

You turned away, lips curled,

in what I imagined a smile.

Three stations past,

The tube buzzed forth,

I sat in agony, wondering,

what destination would snatch you.

Lips sealed, muffling a drumming heart

Station four; you were gone.

No time for parting sorrow.

A vision snapped, a blossom plucked.

Only a whiff remained,

and a 'what could be'

with a girl with a lime green scarf, 

with stars on it - or perhaps flowers.

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 I chanced upon the most wonderful blog yesterday, via Twitter, and haven't been able to stop thinking about it. The magical realm of http://missedconnectionsny.blogspot.com drew me in and locked me up - at least a part of me. It is that part that has haunted me ceaselessly and pushed me to write this little poem. I, of course, couldn't name it anything else but A missed connection.