found poem

In some very old mail, I found a poem. I still like it, reading it after such a long time, so I am posting it here.

Almost Love

Magaly Sanchez, Cuba

(translated by Margaret Randall)

It happens sometimes; a pair of eyes a profile
someone we don't know and see only once
or every afternoon.
Someone we met, it was just like that:
a hand on yours
some hasty words.
But someone who became a part of you
and now there's no seeing that face without paling
without trembling hands
and it's almost love.

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