Paul.

I met Paul the other day.
It's been a while since our eyes met,
conscious was lost for a banished second.
Only a dim word of acknowledgement was sound.
Was it him or was it me, did we even stared;
right on the path of each unforgiving past.
Or was it ignorance he shoved at me.
Nor was a word spoken, even with the boisterous background.
It was all cold stare. Perhaps.
As the time passes and with each moving
seconds,
minutes,
hours,
We are done. It's recondite-Paul and me.

It reaches my mind to rejoice,
dumdness whereby only an idiot might rapture.
I felt weaken but sometimes frivolous.
Emancipated in my very own world.