A passing stare is all it takes
For hope to flare up in your wake,
But passing by and passing through,
I don’t know why I fall for you.
A second only shared as one,
A gentle smile there and gone.
Without a chance of sight again,
This short romance is doomed to end.
Perhaps to board on the final call,
We can’t afford to stop and stall.
With planes to catch and work to do,
One can’t get attached when just passing through.
