That Stranger

It was a stormy day, When I first met him

I was struggling with my hair when saw his watch's sheen

Forgetting the rhyming hair, I looked for his face

Alas! He turned away, beckoning he didn't care

Slyly I moved and stood right to his side

But this heaven's heart raced and took a Skippy ride

I noticed our sneakers, how small I was

Then his lace nudged mine to follow his path

That is, to his sufferings to his past

Merrily, I lifted my gaze for him

But stopped at something deep hidden in him

His eyes were wild but not so happy as I stared

They pushed me back and glared

For seconds I struggled under the stars

Then, I ran far far and far, too fast

From his mystery enticing his eyes

But little did I know they will haunt me till the end of above sky.