It’s a race against time,
As if I’ve just committed a crime.
You were at the back of the line,
I was up front craning my neck in serpentine.
Trying to memorise your face,
In a sea of strangers in this crowded place.
We finally make eye contact,
And for a split second I know for a fact.
That a simple “hello, nice to meet you”
Would be the start of something new.