Chance Encounter Poem by Jacob Courtney

We mak eye contact looking from
opposite sides of the room. We peer
deep into the eyes of the unknown
with thoughts racing through our minds
tring to figure out what the other is
thinking. Should I go oer or should I
wait. Feeling fear of embarassment in
front of the other niether one of us move.
Time is against us we must move quick
before our chance encounter is to pass.
Just as the nerve to go ask the other the
time has elasped. They call me back. As
I approach the door I turn back to make
that final look of our chance encounter
wishing we could have explored the
possibility more.