Oh How Nice it Would Be
I watched as you walked by, had to double check if it was you. You were walking by a yellow brick wall, just the opposite side of the street as me. The sun shined down on your black hair that brushed by your eyes and tinted it brown. Wind blew orange autumn leaves into your hair and I watched as you plucked them out, one by one. You had your guitar in your left hand and brushed the hair out of your eyes with your right. As I stared unintentionally, we met each other's gaze. Your green eyes felt like comfortably laying in a warm field of grass with no worries in the world at all. We both looked away after a split second, but I wondered how you saw me in that moment. Did you remember me, recognize me? Or was I just a stranger that you happened to make eye contact with. I wonder what's running through your mind.
