When It Gets Too Tough,Just Breathe.

It's a crowded street,
With people involved in animated conversations,
With people walking with purpose,
Some with joy; excitement; curiosity.

I too walk down that same street,
With the same people,
Drifting down the street,
Though, not with the same sense of overwhelming emotions.

I see you walk down from the other side,
In that very state, you’re always spotted in.
A state of oblivion,
Not ignorant, yet not involved.
That perpetual gaze,
That long, unwavering gaze,
I see it all...

And then, our eyes meet.
In that split of a second,
Everything changes.

The daze vanishes
You snap out of the oblivion,
Your gaze though now sharp; still unwavering
That split second, contrary to expectations, stretches...

We are looking at each other,
Just staring,
Wanting to say something,
Just holding us back.

The air is crisp,
The leaves rustle at our feet.
Winter has announced its arrival.
Maybe that's why the days are so dark,
So long,
So lonely.

Just then, you look like you're about to say something,
My eyes light up,
With hope; relief.
But then, that too, passes.

I guess, in that moment,
We realize that we've been staring for far too long,
And that maybe, it’s far too late...

************We walk away*************

It is a crowded street,
But the two strangers could not have been more alone...