Ever so slightly, a glance
Sheepishly caught stealing a stare
Unfamiliar ground
Locking of the eyes
Instill what words never could

A faint smell of morning’s fragrance
A rumpled newspaper
And shirt collar undone, just enough
An accidental stumble against your chest
And brushing of hands
Where have they been?
And what are your dreams?

I now have your attention
Curiosity is peaked
And you smile
You are a welcome letter
A sticker on this scrapbook of mine
A nod, an affirmation

And I to you…
A spark

You begin to make your way to me
But, I must go
Time to get off this train
So long, my beguiling stranger.

-haven
(Art Budapest | by MisterKey)