A Stranger Poem by Raimi Babatunde

We met on a Tuesday
Moody sat I
Alone and thoughtless.
Soon, my view was interrupted by a tall figure,
Wearing a black flowery gown.

It was a stranger,
Panting yet excited
Suddenly, we struck an ironical conversation
The laughter on her eyes,
The melodious rings in her voice...
Made me wish the tete a tete never stopped

...still in the mood
She sat by me,
Then the opportunity came
To have a deeper look into her eyes.
That one glance stopped my heart
The lines went dead
I could still hear her talking
But no sense was formedin my head.

Quite unlike me,
I got blown easily
Just like a pack of cards
Alas, our conversation ended
Quick and short it seemed.

My stranger I had to leave early
But not until I fed her with my details.
I lie,
Never to myself.
I would love to see you again!

Babatunde Raimi
Author/Life Coach/Poet