It’s so singular and peculiar.
How I feel about you,
women that I have met.
In casual encounters
at a restaurant,
in the market,
pumping gas.
You are instantly forgettable to me,
and I to you.
We share barely a glance,
but in the chance lottery of some dreaming night
I flesh you back into existence, not knowing why.
I awake none the wiser,
but when we meet once more,
the dream is retrieved.
I remember your face, your movement, your quick glance.
And, most singular of all,
I know….
I fancy….
that you had your own purpose, design,
and means
to be that thing so rare.
The architect of a dream.
Aremyfeetofftheground 
Wow, you really captured the beauty and power of what so many of us may dismiss as merely a chance encounter.
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Thank you. It is at times unnerving when someone gives you that knowing smile, as if they have sensed their presence in your dream.
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Yes, I have felt that. Like they somehow just know you have thought about them since the last time you saw them.
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This is sooooo good Lee! Would charm any woman
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As they have charmed me……
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😀 😀 😀
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so goood!
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