I snap myself out of the stare and you follow, yet
i am guilty of stealing glances through the journey that followed,
i guess you did too,
if only one had the guts to talk to the other, rather than
imagining scenarios that are
impossible now,
i swear i could have imagined us together too
introducing my favourite beverage to you on coffee dates,
intoxicated beyond repair by a singular touch,
indifferent to two earphones, a double pinner and one
ipod, playing the perfect song.
interesting, isn't it? How the mind manages to
imagine a person like it wants him to be,
in black and white, and yet there you were, not a monochromatic
insinuation, not a mirage, but a guy
indistinct from the crowd, found and then
in an action of getting up,
in a short walk,
in a ting of the opening door,
in a very short glance,
in an obsolete moment, lost again.

- RS