Passing Ships.
A stolen glance.
Eye contact and a smile.
The radar signal goes off.
A shared laugh.
Worm words and that gentle pull.
An all to brief encounter.
Then it was gone.
In April 2009 I was working in a retail store.
A woman came in and asked for assistance.
We shared a moment.
And then she was gone.
It's the little things that help me get through the day.