Standing tall with a flick of your fringe
dreaming of warm cafes on cold winter days,
endearing gazes between two strangers
alive and alone and yet so far to go.
The conversation could turn
to laughter and kisses and future valentines
to hand holdings and picking out toasters.
Could turn to grins and phone calls
long trips and visits and secrets shared
Could turn to awkward silence
a pause left too long. No filling met.
Could turn too easily from all to none,
a long love, a short friendship, a nothingness never lost.
But turn anyway, dark stranger
flick your fringe and grin.
With all your charm and all your mystery
a shadow amongst the paintings.