Beautiful Stranger

Beautiful Stranger

Beautiful stranger, I know so well-

As I study him from across the room.

Someone that could have been so much,

Is nothing more than just another;

I am perplexed by his complexity-

By his coy disinterest in me;

And how he looks when I am not looking-

Pretending that I am not here.

How could someone so insignificant-

Resonate so deeply in my mind?

How can I find solace for my pain-

When this stranger was never mine;

Yet I dabble in the thought of him,

Time and time again-

Alas, never really understanding,

Because we were never even friends;

I feel so foolish for feeling this way,

For a man that I don't even know-

But he intrigues me, enamors even,

I am almost humorously confused.

Nervously, I have looked in his eyes-

And my pulse raced, and I lost words,

All that I tried to say….

Lost in the deep blue nothing-

There wasn't anything I could say.

I smiled, I nodded-

I turned, I walked away.

This beautiful stranger could never understand-

To have me vexed, at the mercy of a man…

Is something that through the course of my life-

Has been attempted time and time again;

And so beautiful stranger, I bid you adieu,

And wonder someday if you'll not be so strange.

Maybe you'll allow yourself my mystery-

Maybe someday, you will feel the same.