Strangers

They walked without a word

together through the night,

though neither felt the cold

as usually they might.

A figure in the fog

drifted across their path.

a-moment-and-a-half

Alas! The figure, gone.

For a feature or a manner

this figure was unclear.

A stranger, so she thought,

but not someone to fear.

We all begin as strangers,

she turned and said to him.

Friends and lovers we become,

the right match a small sum.

So be careful when you choose

with whom you’d like to dance.

That smile you went weak for

will be yours and just by chance.

He stared at her and nodded,

his mouth, he could not move.

Uncertain yet carefree,

she had nothing to prove.

He had wondered who she was

and why she had appeared.

Now he felt no urge to ask

such questions, no longer dear.

They walked without a word

together through the night,

though neither felt the cold

as usually they might.