Who Is He?

My heart caught a glimpse of a shadow

As I walked the other day home

A masculine, perfectly sketched figure

If only it had its name plate on

I tried to forget, but his thoughts came

He was driving me curious; all night

I spent it wondering hard

Who he was

If only I could sketch it out

I would make his portrait

And ask him again and again

Till he would reply, “Hi, I am….”

 Amid the silence of the night

I could hear the voice of the sun

Promising to meet him again

At the birth of the next day

But the promise went unfulfilled

I saw more shadows, but his went missing

I continued heartbroken

Hoping he would somewhere around today

Something is not right about me

I guess I caught an infection or something like

I have thoughts of him all the time

I wait; I would love to meet him

I had been through months, 

But his thoughts had hired the space in my mind

One day to my surprise

I saw him smiling, I smiled back eager to talk

But I stopped right away when 

He held the hand and kissed the lips of

Another man