Through the turnstile and towards the corner,
I stood watching as you passed by my eye.
Just looking at you made me think I’d die,
Black shoulder-length hair you are a charmer.
Ushanka on top and suit all over,
I averted my eyes so very shy.
Slim but strong I’ve never seen such a guy.
And on his nose a ring of a rocker,
But briefcase in hand he walked past me fast.
Certain he did not even notice me,
Why is the world so cruel to make me see,
Somebody who will always haunt my past.
A feeling came over me looking at him,
And wishing and hoping will make me grim.