To meet a stranger twice
is an anomaly we all see.
Our paths meet again
because I had looked away the first time,
because you had stared straight into my eyes
and walked on and on until you thought it was safe to look back
tenderly.

Life throws us against each other and screams
silently for us to say something,
has 'Hello' become a tongue-twister?
what about 'Hey' or 'Nice day'?

Now I stare at my feet
because if our eyes meet
I won't be able to look away
and then I'll have to speak words
but that might ruin it all
so hush and
rush and
pretend this is the end
to our series of anomalies
because I haven't the courage
to make it a beginning
unless we start
together.