#PassingStrangers

Two souls, once strangers, crossed ways,
Their lives intersecting for brief days.
Eyes met, hearts skipped a beat,
A connection sparked, then fleet.

In city crowds, they passed unknown,
Lives paralleling, yet unsewn.
No words exchanged, no names shared,
Yet memories of each other bared.

A glance, a smile, a nod, a sigh,
Their paths diverged, the moment died.
But in that instant, they saw,
A glimpse of life, beyond the raw.

Their stories intertwined, unseen,
A tapestry rich, with lives serene.
Though strangers still, in passing glance,
Their hearts retained a fleeting dance.


© Uswat Omotayo