The place, the time, the date
Not expecting, not suspecting
Waiting for another, who's always running late
Then from the crowd a face appears
Not even features, just a gaze
Eyes lock, colors connected by more than sight.
And then lost, back to the sea
The roaring crowd sweeps the man away
And his features are a mystery, lost to detail
And then the reason you were standing there,
Late in the cold, and you have to go too
But that look, that haunting stare, follows the path of your steps
A year passes then two,
There have been other guys, some great
Some not. Then another. He seems familiar, you're not sure why.
Talking late into the night. A smoldering kiss
He stands to leave and turns to say good night.
And you know him, those eyes, sightless and yet seeing.
The same look from before.
The same feeling, intense transcendence.
And he realized it too. And you have found each other again.