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I knew he had a motorcycle but it took an instant for me to recognize the shaggy hair and beard. A bit of grey that I\u2019m just not used to yet. Did I look years beyond recognition too? But then, my name is stenciled on my car door.<\/p>\n We held that connection for some time. Longer than it takes to say, am I going first or you? <\/em><\/p>\n Instead his eyes asked me how I\u2019m doing, and, do you remember?<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n Mine reply, I\u2019m fine without you now<\/em>.<\/p>\n Silly. Driving back from grocery shopping and thinking about six years of making love and raging war twenty years ago. Sharing meals and a waterbed. Every day together and of course, every night. I remember how I fell in love with the way you looked when you were sleeping. Black hair thick and shiny. The way your eyelids fluttered when you were dreaming. The way you held me up against you; your body around me like a budding leaf. The only tears I ever saw you cry when Strider died.<\/p>\n We head in different directions, you and I. Moments flashing in a well-edited film of six years of our lives. And yet, we pass and never said hello.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" EYE CONTACT Word Count: 242 He was coming one way; I, the other. I\u2019d crossed a bridge and slowed to a halt at the four-way stop. He roared up about the same time and as drivers always do, we locked … Continue reading ![\"\"](\"https:\/\/susangibb.net\/blog3\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/153.jpg\" "\\"153\\"")
<\/a>He was coming one way; I, the other. I\u2019d crossed a bridge and slowed to a halt at the four-way stop. He roared up about the same time and as drivers always do, we locked eyes.<\/a><\/p>\n