ON THE SIDEWALK

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somebody in the next car
somebody on the morning train
somebody in the coffee shop,
that you walk right by every day
somebody that you look at
but never really see
out there somewhere
is somebody


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Jesse was walking down the street when he saw her. Her perfect skin, in that blue dress. His eyes study her, and he slips into the shadows, black suit helping mend him there. She is beautiful, black hair, piercings in her ears. Her beautiful features moving him. Could she be the one for him? His thoughts are the same as these, questioning if she has been the one he has looked for for six hundred years.

She falls, and his breath catches in his chest. He is beside her, gathering his her things and then picks her up, wrapping his arms around her thin waist and lifting her up. His eyes are tender, but he worries that he might have moved too fast, helped her too quickly. There is a long scar on her neck that he can see now that he is closer, still holding onto her, not wanting to let go. "Are you alright, miss?" He asks softly, thumb stroking her waist, trying not to make her nervous.

Finally releasing her, he steps back, already yearning for her touch again. He picks up her things, then hands them to her, blushing slightly. "Sorry, my actions were a bit forward. Please forgive me?"
I asks, looking up at her with worried eyes, always tinged with a bit of sadness.

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now they laugh about the moment that it happened
a moment they both missed until that day
when he saw his future in her eyes
instead of just another friendly face
and wonders why
he searched so long
when she was always there
at that street waiting

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