When I first saw you, the road dividing us
was like a kilometer-long bridge. Your midnight skin
shone under the sunlight. When you smiled,
it was brighter than the afternoon star.
I wondered, why didn’t you arrive sooner?
Before your presence, the sound of car engines
and yell of nearby seller were my everyday music.
Before your presence, interaction was limited
to the ones I had with my customers.
I wondered, what kind of voice did you have?
Was it rough like a war-torn soldier,
or was it smooth like a ballad singer?
Did you speak to others like they were
your friends? Or were you like me,
seeing them as potential money givers?
Once, I crossed over the road with the excuse
of buying your good. When the purchase was done,
I struck a conversation. Words ran out of your mouth
as easy as it was a waterfall. I forgot you were a stranger.
I forgot I was a stranger to you.
I wondered what was your scent smelled like?
I wished for the counter between us to cease
so that I could lean forward and sniff your neck.
I wished for something more than friendship
so that I could explore the details of your existence.
I wondered and wondered, but I wondered
in silence. Despite your easy smile and easy chuckle,
despite the glimmer in your eyes and the melody
in your voice, I still didn’t know enough.
Blank spaces scattered on the picture of your soul.
Just like I feared to venture into the darkness,
I feared to trust my wondering with you.
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