Revolving

Today, I found a friend,
lost one day
long ago,
in a revolving door.
Silly of me to try to squeeze
such huge baggage
in that space
made for just one.
I was stuck
and she did not look back.
Went on with her day
no thought of where I might be.

I travel light these days
and rarely use revolving doors.

Today, we met by chance,
across a crowded room.
For the first time in,
I can't remember when,
we took the time to relax
in each other's smile.