So close, yet, so far, far away, you and I, on an attraction that is there, but, stayed, unspoken, unexpressed…translated…
You and I, the distance between us, from where you are on the driver’s side, me, on the, passenger’s side. Not that far away, but, there’s still, that border between us, that we can’t, and we shouldn’t, cross.
or maybe, because it’s that patch of loneliness that belonged solely to you, or maybe, because I’d been, mobile, but always, walking alone, then suddenly, we were able to, start off that conversation easily. Even though it was only a few serendipitous meetings, the exchanges of a few short bus stops, but, we’d, left traces of ourselves in one another’s, lies. But, that was, all I know, if I don’t alight the bus you drive, then, we will, never, bump into, one another, again. I’d loved this sort, of an, accidental encounters with you.
the seasons changed, so do our attires, the only thing that stayed, were the masks we put on our, faces. That way, I’m, camouflaged enough, to keep myself unknown to you, even if, I alight the bus you were driving again.
But unfortunately, my cover got blown, you’d made me at one sight, without any extra facial expressions, but I saw your excitement for seeing me, shining through your eyes. Then you’d told me, recounted, how started from the day of the month, of last year, to this very day, how long you’d not, seen me.
This sort of a concentration, of focus, it was, out of my expectations. I felt a bit, touched by your gesture, but at the same time, that scent of light sorrows that came too. I’d loved, that ambiguous flirtatious means, knowing, that someone is, silently, expecting my appearances; but I’d also felt a bit sad too, that this was, a sort of a mirage of beautiful feeling that existed, only because, of the, mysteriousness.
Without the nitty-gritty of daily living getting between us, no age difference, no differences in our habits of life, we were like those pen pals who’d written one another for years on end, sharing our multitude of feelings with one another in words, and, as we’d put our pens down, we’d, returned back to our, separate corners, to, work hard for, our own, lives.
Well, we shall, keep on, maintaining that distance then. No means of contact, there wouldn’t be any differences, interferences, or the possibilities of, cruelty. But know, that as you stopped at the lights, you would wonder, if you’ll get to see me, crossing the streets, like how when I’m lonely and feeling down, seeing that gentle gaze out of your eyes, it’s, a comfort that I’d, longed for.
This was the settling distance that’s quite comforting between us, until we meet again, by chance.
And so, there’s, that I like you, but I’m not saying it here, because you two had interacted enough number of times, the two of you connected, but, it doesn’t go beyond the professional sense, and sometimes, it’s best it’s kept at that, because, you do NOT want to burst those bubbles of attraction and feeling of liking that the two of you have for one another.