Stranger-Danger

Hazy skies,

With occasional sunshine bright,

Crowded streets,

From the videos of some song upbeat.

I see him walking amidst the strangers,

Stranger himself he is,

Yet, there’s something that didn’t feel like danger,

When he stopped right front of me.

It looked as if he would hold me,

Like someone he held before,

It felt like he would melt in me,

Like he has melted in someone’s arms before.

But, a realisation then,

That I’m a stranger too,

Made him walk away,

Until the right universal cue.

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