A moonless evening
The mist swirls around their feet
Two faceless strangers
Walking down the street
The girl in the hood
With a secret smile
The man in the trench coat
Who’s been searching for a while
A chance meeting
When they collide in the dark
On the sidewalk
Next to the park
“Sorry Miss,
Didn’t mean to give you a fright”
“It’s okay Mr.
Say, you got a light?”
With steady hands
He lights a match
He tries again and again
But it doesn’t catch
“I’m sorry miss
It was my last one”
“It’s OK Sir,
Just making sure you’re alone”
“Alone? But why?
Are you up to something foul?”
“Not really Sir,
Just a Reaper in Training, collecting my first Soul”
~Shamshaad~
