The first time I saw him.
He had a far away look in his eyes.
I couldn't look away.
He was the most beautiful of the sights.

Next time,
He was talking with his hands.
I stood on sidewalk, tried to understand.
He looked at me, gave me a nod.
Acknowledging my presence, still leaving it alone.

It was the fifth or maybe sixth time,
then he talked.
For a second, my breathing, my heart, my world has stopped.

His eyes hypnotising.
His voice a song written just for me.
His smile made the world lit up.
And the confidence to never give up.

He was the wind,I was the dust.
floating with him,with a blind trust.
He did everthing right.
I did what I could to make our future bright.

Then he left. ..without a backward glance.
Now I'm a shell of a person. ..
Struggling to give love a second chance.