i saw her, a revelation in glorious technicolour, standing by the bus stop,
she smiled at me, wrenching my heart off my sleeve.
i see her still,
now in faded black and white,
wondering where she may be, after all these years, months, days, moments,
with time trickling through our lives,
knotting destiny into a silken weave,
time, ah time!
down fate’s random sieve … … …