擦肩

朋友的女儿喜欢看几米的漫画，也收藏了一套台湾版本。自己曾经沾光翻了一下，有点疑惑小小少年的她是否真能看明白漫画背后的含义。

今天在别人的博客上看见波兰女诗人、诺贝尔奖得主希姆博尔斯卡的《一见钟情》的原作，方才知道几年前看的几米漫画“向左走，向右走”的开篇就是摘自其中第一段。

Love at First Sight

They're both convinced
that a sudden passion joined them.
Such certainty is beautiful,
but uncertainty is more beautiful still.

Since they'd never met before, they're sure
that there'd been nothing between them.
But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways --
perhaps they've passed each other a million times?

I want to ask them
if they don't remember --
a moment face to face
in some revolving door?
perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd?
a curt "wrong number" caught in the receiver?
but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember
They'd be amazed to hear
that Chance has been toying with them
now for years.

Not quite ready yet
to become their Destiny,
it pushed them close,
drove them apart,
it barred their path,
stifling a laugh,
and then leaped aside.

There were signs and signals,
even if they couldn't read them yet.
Perhaps three years ago
or just last Tuesday
a certain leaf fluttered
from one shoulder to another?
Something was dropped and then picked up.
Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished
into childhood's thicket?

There were doorknobs and doorbells
where one touch had covered another
beforehand.
Suitcases checked and standing side by side.
One night, perhaps, the same dream,
grown hazy by morning.

Every beginning
is only a sequel,
after all,
and the book of events
is always open halfway through.

诗很美，一下子打动了我，让我想起自己心头一直不能拔除的一根刺。

我一直奢望，能和你在同一个城市。从前，现在，将来，一直这样奢望着。即便渺无音讯，同在一个城市，总有擦肩的几率存在。

会有某日，隔着熙熙人流，穿透遥遥时空，终于相望，定格，无言。 擦身瞬间，心头会是暖流，知道：原来你在这里，一直都在。

如果我们，是注定不能在一起。至少我可以想像：

看的是同一片星空，
呼吸的是同样的空气，
淋着的是同样的雨，
经过的是同样的人群。
走的是你曾走过的街，
停的是你曾停驻的十字路口。
逛的是同一家书店，
翻的是你可能翻过的书页，
听的是你可能听过的音乐，
隐身的是同一家影院的黑暗，
感动着同样感动过你的电影
......

许是因为这，彼时才会细细翻看这部漫画，只是当时的忧伤不如今甚。而且不求甚解，就此轻轻放过全诗，没有追根溯源。如今想来，这首诗应该也是几米漫画的灵感之源。

后来听说漫画改编成了电影，金城武和梁永琪主演，海报不错，可惜标准的金童玉女的选型，让我就先入为主存了偏见，觉得他们很难将城市中小人物的寂寞孤单和错身的怅惘给演绎得深刻传神，所以没看。

再后来听孙燕姿的“遇见”，总会想起这部漫画，也总有错觉自己正站在地铁站台，听着风声，衣袂飘飘，看到的是拖着行李箱在漫天大雪中垂着头蹒跚而行的惆怅背影。

如今再看此诗，抚今追昔，有落泪的冲动。

一切，是开始，也是继续，更是结束！

而今这一错身，即是永远？

我爱，告诉我，是吗？是吗？？是吗？？？