It Wasn't What We'd Planned...

 

You took no notice of me when I met you

I don't recall how you wore your hair

nor that neither of us heard the others; 

voices mute as if they were not there.

  

I took no notice of our conversation

(or that your eyes were the deepest of blue)

nor if I’d shared a very good impression

left to be mulled over by you.

 

Don't know if you felt a connection

or were there to escape the mundane;

if you’d run away after reflection,

or would we see each other again?

Nor how we'd each pay for this interaction.

one of us must be insane.

© Ginny Brannan 2023