Our stare

You look at me I look at you
A challenge in the stare a smile in those eyes
I take note of your milk chocolate
You stroke my afro with familiar softness
And wonder how
Have we come to this like strangers in the dark
Like young teenagers just meeting and talking with a shy
Like golden oldies with lives lived to the fullness of youth
And risks taken with laughter
Angry moments ceased with a sigh

Sounds on the hollow train races by
Our hands brush in time with a jerk
Feet firm to the ground of love
Captured in a moment of bliss kiss
Colours sped past in a blur of locations
With it people and histories
Towns and cities
Laughs and cries

Still we stand imprisoned in our stare