I see a face;
Quite far away.
The hair, the lips;
A mirage you could say.
I start a little slow.
With doubts in my head.
Do I walk towards him?
Or should I just stay?
I think no more.
I decide to move.
I walk straight ahead.
As my steps gain pace.
He’s still right there.
Like he’s waiting for me.
My eyes stay fixed.
And my breath gains speed.
I now see the checks.
On a full sleeved shirt.
They’re blue with some red.
Or wait, is it grey?
There’s a faint little smile.
Is that a dimple that I see?
My heart beats faster.
And my feet go numb.
I take another step.
From just another three.
I reach for him.
I pout my lips.
And like a funny joke of destiny.
A stranger crosses my way.
