Chasing Strangers

I see a man walking,
My mind is playing tricks on me

His gate is not yours,
But for half a second,
I hope,


I pray


It must be you.

It has it be you.

I need it to be you.



I stare at him, chase him

He turns and looks at me,
A stranger




gasp
walk away
forget







Minutes later,

I see another man walking


and again,


My mind is playing tricks on me.