Similar shapes, creating a way right
through the mass of other similarities.
This evening soon will turn into night
leading to a whole bunch of hilarities
I stare at you, to notice you're already
looking. A warm and generous state
creates his own path. Is she going steady,
coming closer, every step, a step too late.

I'm leaving, she is heaving through the
mass. I'd have loved her, I guess,
and the staring, it's all part of the game.
If only I had caught her name.