We're out in the afternoon,
finally out of the living room
wandering 'round the bookstore
though we don’t know what for
'Cross the room you're a stranger
in a colorful sweater
and I watch as you flip
through a book about birds.
I pretend I don't know you,
it's the first time I saw you,
that maybe we'll meet
in the section about trains.
Your eyes keep on dancing
your body is leaning
my beautiful stranger
all lost in a book.
Outside some time later
streets pass in a big blur
we say we'll meet up
in a couple of hours
After time passes slowly
I walk back quite quickly
I see you across the street
at a vendor, on 5th.
Again, this is novel
a sighting, quite casual
your smile is unused
unwrapped like a gift
Oh, my false stranger
your laugh like a chamber
suddenly strikes me
a familiar sound.
It's time that we meet
in the middle of the street
for the second, for the third,
for the millionth time.
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Submission Name: my stranger
