His shoes slap
His shoes smack
Against pavement.
His tie loosened
His watch fastened
His hands soft as silk
Honey brown locks cascade his head
He walks in London
Maybe Paris
Maybe home.
He walks near my home and doesn't know it.
He dreams as similarly as I do
Longs as endlessly as I do
But his confidence never furrows
His heart never weakens
And his eyes are seldom sad.
His wardrobe is so simplistic
His tastes are eccentric
And he favors something sweet from time to time
He aspires to be something
Is loving and compassionate
He is charming and not forgetful
Angelic beneath the wings
Her shoes smack
Her shoes clack
Her shoes slap
Against pavement.
Her scarf snug
Her trench open
Her skin as bright as day
Her head of velvet curls
She walks in Jersey
Maybe Manhattan
Maybe home.
She walks right past him and doesn't know it.
She dreams as similarly as he does
And longs as endlessly as him.
As endlessly for him.
As endlessly for each other.
Lovers.
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