I watched you walk down the street in Belgrade
Til you disappeared into the crowd.
I thought to myself,
“Two vines
Were intertwined
Over the last
Year and a half
Now part ways.
They will find each other
And grow together
Grow some more.
When or where I do not know,
In a foreign land that’s for sure.”
.
I watched your palomino ponytail sway from side to side
Not once did you look back
Nor did I break my stare.
We both looked forward
Free thinkers, nomadic movers
To our awaiting chapters onward.

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