Stranger’s eyes,

It was maybe a second,

But those eyes,

Plain boring brown, I reckoned.

I was stumbling, flying, unable-

But the strangers approached, he and his mother,

I tried to open the door like some prince from a fable.

I fumbled, floating, and I will remember him like no other.

We were wearing the same Nirvana T-shirt,

This stranger was perfect, in all ways,

His skin, the colour of lightened dirt,

His hair was long, long, long, and deep brown, always.

He stared at me:

I looked like a freak,

Standing by the gas station door, shaking, sweating, lookin’ like me,

I probably looked like some kind of geek.

I couldn’t feel my legs and

I was flying so high

I couldn’t quite land,

So I rushed on by.

And the moment was over-

One second of eye contact,

His in judgement, mine in adoration over

Those eyes, those eyes, eye contact…

And we walked away,

It was only one moment,

But I will remember, always,

That one glimmering moment.

(PS: this is a true story and this actually happened to me today, send help because I live in a small town and I may actually see that guy again-)