Both strangers in each other's lives.
You and I live in two different ways:
I am alive during most days,
You are awake until morning five's.
Then one day our paths silently crossed.
My not so pretty eyes said Hi to yours.
I prayed it's the other way 'round, of course,
And that you also felt time had paused.
I really do not know why and how
You pulled out my lonely pen
Which was buried way back then.
You brought back it's life, somehow.
I sought to know your name,
So I can scribble it anywhere I'd love.
Yet even the sun and blue skies above,
Were afraid of Your hurricane.
This is enough, I guess.
I, being the words unspoken,
You, being the finest ballpen,
Us, being the nothing I detest.