As I was going to…
were you going there, too…?
And, how did we not see each other,
I know you like the brother,
that I haven’t got.
What made you decide,
to not collide –
was it pride?
Or something darker deep inside?
Did you see my approach
and run to hide?
Whilst I was thinking
about the wolf that cried,
about a boy?
I’ll go this way again,
and, then, maybe,
you and I,
although not rich,
might just get by.
Graeme Sandford 
Good one..so meaningful.
Thank you, Sohair – written whilst walking the dogs and on the recent theme of ‘As I was going to…’ same title, different poem. Not sure that I understand it exactly – just playing with words as a stream of consciousness.
Take care – G:)
Keep giving 👍🌹