I remember the afternoon I met Her
We were both the only two people in the mueseum, alone, yet together.
In that solitude we felt an unspoken tug to talk to each other,
Our silences spoke volumes as polite smiles pushed the conversation further.
We walked together in unspoken agreement, yet in sync
The paintings fed our minds and our eyes continued to drink.
We spent hours talking, debating and discussing stories of times yore
As we shared hisotrical facts and nothing more.
We shared a coffee, and spoke of Van Gogh,
The way her eyes lit up, made me forget where I was, and where I was supposed to go.
We shared stories of art, philosophy and culture
Her face I have forgotten, for her mind is what had me captured.
When I bid her goodbye at the museum door,
We had spoken for five hours yet, I wanted more.
I watched her get swallowed by the crowd,
But I knew she wasn’t like them, her voice may be soft, but her words were loud.
The girl in the blue polka dot dress,
She did not tell me her name, neither did I press.
We may never meet each other again,
But I shall remember this afternoon, where I entered the museum merely to avoid the rain.
The beautiful encounter with the girl mysterious
Left my mind feeling fulfilled but my heart was left curious.
(C) Sneha P