Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Hey Mr. Stranger

I close my eyes and try to remember what you look like. I can’t.

You are like a phantom that roams free in my thoughts.

You are like a fragrance. Traces of you remain with me. But I can never grasp the real scent.

I know I could keep staring at your face forever and never grow tired. And yet, the moment I look away, I will forget what you look like.

And strangely, that doesn’t disturb me.

Because I know: If there is one stranger I wouldn’t mind meeting over and over and over again, it’s you.