Here they go again, conversing with eyes,
Giving each other gazes so sweet and nice.
Little they know, there's frustration within,
For the gap between is never thinned.
She is waiting. She is wanting.
Together but far away it seems.
She is just staring and even wondering,
If his mind has synchroized screams.
He is planning though he is worrying,
That he may not get himself to move.
She is here and would not see other things,
But after all, he has nothing ever to prove.
He called out to her as he never did before,
And kept moving forward though he is unsure.
She looked back and looked at nothing more,
As she smiled and finally, here is the future.
YOU ARE READING
That Spontaneous Step
PoetryDate created: July 31, 2013 Dedicated to my friend who got a stranger's number and eventually had a date with her. That was really smooth, mate!