Stranger Six

Six o'clock, standing in the mall walking endlessly through the hall At first I didn't see you then you stumbled into me Six seconds of your warm hand, gripping mine

Six minutes before my train left but I kept thinking of you the six seconds of your warmth lingering on my skin and the prickling cold afterwards but who were you?

Six minutes to decide if the train was worth it Six minutes of lost but you did not come, yet I waited and hoped but they were six hours of nothing perhaps, I thought, endlessly, you had not remembered our sixty second encounter

Six days of daydreaming of your smile, so genuine your seablue eyes meeting mine again every sixteen minutes

Six weeks of forgetting that little incident but in the end I needed six-and-a-half week to see, that I should have stopped you and talked more of a dream that could have been