while walking home from work I stopped at the intersection and pressed the 'walk' button you were biking home from work earphones in place riding towards the intersection where I stood on the other side of the street "Devin!" I shouted, smiling You looked I waved You waved You kept biking. What gives?
we're all wrapped up in our own little worlds, aren't we? Good poem, makes you think...because even the narrator was in her world, with her expectations.... deeper than it might appear at first read. Good poem