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#‎Day25_LeftRight‬

She sits on the left he’s on the right
On this bench, waiting for the right
Time to be attended to!
He turns left to confirm the time
From the clock on the wall,
Right above her left side of the bench;
As she turns right
At the nurse calling out a list of names!
They are locked in glance;
She tries to shy away
But his lucid smile
Brightens his eyes,
She can’t stop to look right!
He leaps to the left
And moves closer to her side
You have the most beautiful eyes!
She listens in confusion!
She thought the same of his!Her name is called out,
Twice!
As she snaps out and gets up
That’s me!
She utters!
Then I shall be right here,
Waiting a little more
Till you get right back!
Moments after she’d left
He is called in to be attended to!
She is back and trying out her new
Reading aids!
He smiles on returning to her!
Shall we…
He reaches out to her
And offers a hand of courtesy
She rises, as he takes off her glasses!
They lock in glance!
Still beautiful,
Even without the right aids!
Her eyes shifting left and right,
Shy!
There’s a cafeteria on the left of the entryHe suggests!
She looks on, baffled!
Like a date?
Her eyes, still; looking into his,
A smile!
If staring at your eyes is…
So a date it is!
They sit and have their orders;
Still staring at each other!
Weird!
It should be weird!
They talk about everything and anything!
But every time she’d look to the right
And left!
Before giving her opinion!
As though trying to evade
A straight arrow from his sight!
Not shy!
Evasive!
She couldn’t face him on for fear of being maimed!
Her left and right eye shifts,
March the least of what her mouth speaks!
As though hiding an intricate phase
Of her life when things never went right!
He saw this when her eyes brightened
Right before her eyes shifted left!
Do you feel alright?
He interjected!
And sought to know the right way
To speak to her before she stares away
To the left!
Her past;
Was never left right!

©Krv_250616
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