At times the maddening crowd presses in,
And waves of longing are gently caressed
By the shared heat of a close moment
Standing silently by a beautiful stranger,
Only so perceived out of the corner of an eye.
Faces so near, fates standing ear to ear.
How can they lay so close only to
Stray away, leaving only lingering
Traces of their warmth, and spent
Scents carrying lost echoes of
Embraces and evenings never to be known?
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