Beautiful Stranger Poem by Abike Otusajo

Beautiful Stranger



I am back at the train station
Where my world stopped for a moment
Where the hairs on my body stood
Where i felt like a baby once again
Hoping to see you again
Hoping to feel the same way again
I wait endlessly
Praying thay you show up
The sound of trains and people
Distorting my mind
Still waiting
The sun begins to go down
The noise begins to reduce
I stare with glassy eyes
At everyone that passes
Anticipation consumes me
I try to relive the moment
That priceless moment
Where my heart pumped twice as much blood
I get so anxious and uneasy
Later, i begin to wonder
Just maybe it was a figment of my imagination
Just maybe its my fantasy looking as thought it is real
As i am about to go
As disappointment becomes my confidant
As i am about to throw in the towel
I see a gentleman
Its actually 'the' guy
His hair as dark as i remember
His arms just the way i like them
Muscle so defined
I already feel protected
His buttocks 'beautiful' in those pants
Every step closer to him
Feels like a dream come true
I long to see his face
I hunger for his first touch on me
I yern for his first smile at me
Like every breathe is deeper by the moment
I walk slowly
Not to attract much attention
Closer and closer i get
Faster and faster my heart beats
With every step
It feels like heaven on earth
Feels like a movie
Just as he turns to look my way
Terror consumes me
Like a horror movie
Like a bad omen
Like all my hopes and aspirations went in the opposite direction
Feels so unreal
Feels so fictitious
His face,
So rough i could puke
His eyes,
So scary like that of a killer
So deep like an addicted smoker
Hair so umkempt
His skin,
So broody and unclean
Then i think to myself
What attracted me to such
I hurriedly evacuate the premises
Running faster than ever
Not minding who sees me
Not minding what i knock over
Then i get to a place where i am familiar with
Everything is as i know it
A place where i can relate with
A place where i dont look over my shoulder
As my adrenaline reduces
I hope and pray this is actaully a nightmare
That i wake up and everything is as it has been
Unfortunately, it isn't.

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Abike Otusajo

Abike Otusajo

Lagos, Nigeria
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