One gate, thousand thoughts

There's a gate I pass each evening, 

hoping to catch a glimpse of you. 

My eyes scan the crowd, for a face–

the one my heart memorized a long ago. 

AND THEN.. 

I slow down, not because I'm tired

But because you're there, by the gate

Turning an ordinary walk into poetry. 

We passed. 

The gate swallowed us both. 

I looked back hoping you'd do the same. And

 how silly of me–

To forget that I don't exist in your world. 

But.. 

Somewhere between my footsteps and silence,

I hope your heart hears mine.

And maybe, just maybe.. 

 one day you'll stop by the gate for me too. 

      –shradha.