March 04, 2011

Starbucks

Grabbed your black wayfarers,
took your cigarette pack too.

You made your way to the sidewalk,
and lit up a stick or two.

The afternoon sunlight falls perfectly on your face,
highlighting well-defined and pretty features that made my heart race.

In my mind, you took the chance to know my name.
But right now, we're strangers who merely crossed paths in God's little game.