She was standing The other side of that busy road He was looking at her From the Opposite side Standing at the footpath Her eyes met his She saw the person She wanted to see For such a long Both of them were In a hurry But Staring and communicating In sign language Smiling Seemed so loving He crossed the road Came towards her And Gave away the Chocolate He brought for her And bade her. The small little things Really matter.
Just felt like writing this although rather than a poem it seems like a story