Unfolding Days

I saw you waiting by the turning road, Lost in a thought I couldn’t trace. Something in the way you held your gaze Felt like a story I could almost place. You never knew the tune I hummed that day, Or how your presence softened every view. A passing life, a path I never learned, Yet somehow it felt strangely close to truth. And I’ve wondered who you were, How your days unfold in rooms I’ll never see. It was just a single crossing, Yet it stayed like something meant for me. Maybe you walked on thinking nothing changed, Maybe the thought stayed only here. Still, I recall the way the world seemed kind In that small exchange that disappeared. I imagine you in seasons of my mind, Not as a wish, but something soft and true— A presence I met only once, Still somehow it never fully passed through. And I’ve wondered who you were, How your days unfold in rooms I’ll never see. It was just a single crossing, Yet it stayed like something meant for me. If I ever see you on that road again, I hope I find the start I never made. Even if it ends the same as it began, At least the silence wouldn’t stay unchanged. There are paths we never choose, People we meet once and then lose— Yet somehow they move through us, Gentle as an unexpected truth. And I’ve wondered who you were, How your days unfold in rooms I’ll never see. It was just a single crossing, Yet it stayed like something meant for me.