I was in a hurry,
I stumbled, I tripped,
Upon a figure,
I could not have slipped.
A quick "sorry"
I muttered, began to run,
But a thought, like lightning,
Had just begun.
The eyes of the one,
I had bumped into,
Held a emotion that was piercing,
Not happy, not sad,
not joyful or bright,
But a mockery of...