A Stamp In Time

I ran into a stranger.
And for a single second,
our gaze met.
And as it happens sometimes,
the moment settled,
and hovered,
and remained
for much more than a moment.
And sound stopped.
And movement stopped
for much more than a moment.
His eyes had fire in them that reflected the passion of his soul.
The essence of his being.
And then,
the moment was gone.
And we kept walking without looking back.
A memory forever remaining in our hearts.
Remembering the affair that never was.
The moment that almost seemed to never happened.