Paths Crossed Poem by aida melesse

My moments seem so short
when I am up and about
my downtimes extended
with no relief in sight,
I thought I hid it well
showing only my smile.

But he glanced at me once
and read it in my eyes
like a coverless book
exposing its secrets.

How could he know it well
when it's mine and not his?
realizing my thought
he showed me his own pain.

The one that shed tears,
the one that waits in the cold,
the one that waits on the old,
to smile in comprehension
and throw a word or two
for him to understand
that it is all shared
paths crossed..

then I knew
we were together
standing
with no time in between.