A Stranger

by Dieu

On my way home and to work
I see you walking the same path,
a stranger.
You coming and me going,
you going and me coming.
We notice each other each time.
Each looking,
each giving the other a small shy smile.
And then the moment always passes.
You’re just a stranger,
but your smile ricochets
and lingers.
And then I go home and write about it.