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If eyes were gun,
Leo would have shot me severally.
The Intensity of his stares always penetrate my flesh like a fresh syringe.
And I wonder why…
At the Cafe, I saw him still, with a cup of coffee close to his lips.
His roving eyes would not allow him take a sip.
If eyes were pistol,
Leo will certainly pull the trigger.
How better can you explain this?
That his eyes trailed my movement even as I sojourn from east to west.
Alas, I am being stalked.
I need to inform the Cops.
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I watched Leo, standing across the subway…
His look was that of a pained man struggling to be strong.
I wonder what must have happened…
He did not see me approaching, his gaze was fixed to a spot.
“Hello”, I said waving my hand.
He did not move or respond either, I tapped him on the shoulder.
Leo was startled, when he turned to behold my presence.
I noticed there was tears in his eyes.
I was visibly concerned.
“My wife slumped here three years ago, I lost her” he whispered.
“I am sorry Leo, I said feeling pity for him.
“Thank you Miss, I am Lionel not Leo, he said.
“You have a striking resemblance with my late wife Miss, I can’t help but always want to look at you each time you pass by”.
He dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out his phone and showed me her picture.
I wept.
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