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passing moments in time

published: 2014-09-29

It’s you.
Twenty years ago you passed me by on a rusted bike. You turned to look, to whistle, to smile.
A passing moment in time.
I remember it because I wasn’t feeling too happy. And then I felt better.
You were famous then, as you are now.
You sit at a table in a corner, all those people around you.
I squeeze my way past them to tell you this:
Your adaptation of Dylan’s song is beautiful, touching.
I do not tell you that I’ve been feeling sad. And that I’ve been listening to that song over and over again.
On your way out you brush past me. You do not turn to look, nor to whistle, or to smile.
But I’ll remember this because I feel better.
A passing moment in time.

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