By Ali
Date: 26 February 2001
Sunday
What was gone has returned, sending me spirling into silence
That which was lost, has suddenly been found
Abracadabra!
The human dissapearing act has re-appeared, quite mysteriously
Always, forever, shrouded in that haunting grey mystery
I am, again, dumbfounded by his fleeting presence
A million thoughts come to mind, but none come to voice
Sunday morning, he simply drove past my house
And I looked out the door, mouth wide-open in surprise
He comes with the rain, or does the rain come with him?
It is just odd how the sight of him makes me feel
I was all butterflies and gumdrops
A smiling child conflicted with an angry, hurt girl
I simply watched him, as looked at me, as he drove by
And that was all...
But, the sight of him did something to me
That I don't think I can quite explain
I remembered things that I had previously forgotten
Memories that I tucked away, for a rainy day, such as Sunday
I remembered the first time that I caught him looking at me
He was supposed to be working, but he just paused
I happened to look up, for I felt eyes upon me
And my gaze met his, we both just stared for a moment
I was the first to look away, unsure of what that look meant
His eyes spoke of longing, of question, of cat-like curiosity
His stare shocked and warmed me, soothed and filled me
And I found myself smiling, uncontrollably, at him
He went back to work, I went back to singing
I had forgotten that day, but his presence made me remember
You know something?
I think I'm glad he came back
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