Tuesday, October 15, 2019

He Thought of Me

He stopped,
turned his car around,
went back and took a picture
of the clouds for me.

I didn’t ask him to.
I wasn’t even with him.
I didn’t see those clouds.
I wouldn’t have missed them.

I was on his mind,
he noticed the clouds,
and I was important enough to him
that he went back and took a picture for me.

by:  Paula D. Nevison


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