Szymborska rules

Perspective They passed like strangers, without a word or gesture, her off to the store, him heading for the car. Perhaps startled or distracted, or forgetting that for a short while they´d been in love forever. Still, there´s no guarantee that it was them. Maybe yes from a distance, but not close up. I watched them from the window, and those who observe it from above are often mistaken. She vanished beyond the glass door. He got in behind the wheel and took off. And if nothing had happened, if it had. And I, sure for just a moment that I´d seen it, strive to convince you, O Readers, with this accidental little poem that it was sad. Wislawa Szymborska