Disconnected Connection…

She
caught his attention
when she
looked
too long.

It wasn’t that
she did,
but what
he saw in her
expression
that lingered in
his mind.

Loneliness.

Even at a table full
of people
she seemed

disconnected.

Her smile was real
enough.
Her engagement sincere
enough.

But
he recognized
his own lack in
her eyes as
they locked.

He smiled.
She smiled back.

Connection.

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R. Todd

I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that.

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