Green leafs

A small town sets the stage.
In a troubled time, in a secluded place.
The rare action never seem to fill these once disputed streets.
People go about their life, rushing home from work and school.
Some have already gone home and others emerge for an evening drink.
There they meet in the autumn chill, where snow lay days previous.
One with blushed cheeks and the other with an averted gaze.
The glow on their skin can be seen from across the street.
The terrifying reality that this may go array lights the darkness.
But the hope of two lonely hearts screams out for a suitable ear to hear.
Can you hear it in the wind?
I wish I could...
The ghost of lovers past seem to haunt my waking hour.
I wonder if I could relive those first moments when the gaze rise to see my eyes.
A gaze meet by nervousness, hope and yearning for an other puzzle fitting in with your own board game.
Baggage it will entail but so will my own hand be loaded with debris.

If only I wasn't as inpatient, maybe that person wouldn't pass me by?
Work and work, is and will be fuelled by egoism growing into cynicism as the days pass into years...