23 October 2012
It all felt natural today,
There was nothing fake about it,
Everything seemed just as real
As the trees that surrounded us
And the buildings that lay before us.
Our conversations weren't detached,
Right now, when I think,
I can remember almost every word, Every story told, every layer revealed.
You weren't trying to hide it
Behind a veil of deceit,
Not trying to make me think
That you were anything but
Who you truly were.
You weren't putting on a show
You weren't trying to impress,
And neither was I.
We had spoken to strangers,
Watched them criss cross the roads
And carry on with being,
Carrying belongings, walking, seeing.
London bustled with life
Despite the weak autumn sun.
We sat on benches, on the pavement
On the grass, inside a cafe...
We had stood in a train,
Filled end to end with strangers again,
Strangers like you, strangers like me.
Shoulder to shoulder, side by side...
I barely recognised you
When you came strolling by
Through the trees, a massive grin,
Hand waving casually in the air.
'That's beautiful' you had said,
Taking a look at the sketch I made,
'That's actually beautiful...'
And so began this wonderful day.
Everything was accidental,
Yet exactly as things should be.
It was by chance, improvised
By fate's clumsy attempt
To bring two people together...
A vibrant photograph, so vivid, so true.
When you smiled, you didn't cover it
And not once did you stifle a laugh,
You heard the jokes as they were,
Saw the humour that we shared.
It was utter, simple fun.
You were honest, and I was too
We weren't afraid of opinions,
Not caring if we pronounced a word wrong,
Admitting fully to things
We had not the slighest clue about,
And from you I learned new ideas,
From me you heard new thoughts
And in the end, we both concluded
That everything was poetry.
Today was filled with poetry,
Bursting at the seems with wonder,
And we created it from scratch
From our own weird imaginations
I can't believe I had not known you,
Can't believed that we'd only met once,
But somehow we made the second try
As lovely as a movie
For we made it picture perfect,
We had succeeded to exist,
We had succeeded to discover.
Just looking at each other,
Not knowing, only feeling.
Sat somewhere else in London,
For what might have been
Forever.
The Second Meeting • Opuss № I