Passing Strange

Passing Strange                      

by  sloanranger

Passing strange

I found you

derelict as I was

in my usage of time's

plan for me.

Setting down my destiny, 

waving in one tram

or another

to carry my baggage;

Storing it in one of those

metal lockers...

keeping the key close -

and waiting.

Searching,

returning to pick up

where I left off -

changing my mind

all the time.

It's you, you know.

Strange, I almost forgot -

passing strange ...

that you did not.