In the midst of the crowd
two souls met in a silence so loud
his grey eyes pierced into her brown ones
and all she could see was him
all she could smell was the coffee on his breath
and it filled her like a haughty meal.
So astonishing she was, perfectly flawed for him.
But two strangers
what could they feel?
both knowing love isn't real
just one look, just one stare; mutuality exchanged
knowing the box locked away in their closet will never allow an intersection.
Emotionally barricaded in a cell that teaches her fear
and in a cell that uses his heart
breaking their bond and hanging their heads
as strangers, they met
and as strangers, they left
with only the difference of an intimate stare.
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I'm sure many of us would be able to relate to this poem! Loved it!