Stranger That I Love... Poem by Nestor David Armas

Sitting on a park bench,
I smell your essence,
Your hair waves toward me,
I feel your warmth.
Thoughts envelop my mind,
A slight shiver runs through me,
I steal a glance or two
In your direction,
Your eyes are closed,
Your lips parted
In a slight whisper.
My eyes travel your silhouette,
A thousand fake memories make me sigh,
To imagine you in my arms,
To see you smile and laugh with me,
To think you could be my own.
Your eyes open,
I glance away,
I cower when you acknowledge
My presence,
You are not mine,
Nor will you ever be.

(1998)