Fire and Fleeting Glances

“What are you looking at?” said I to myself. You seemed to answer my subliminal thoughts with more fleeting glances. A fire glowed in your eyes. I was a bit timid, and pretended not to see.
Then you smiled. A surge of warmth thawed the ice between us. The distance shortened. I have mistaken you for an old friend. Indeed, I was wrong. You weren’t. One thing was certain though; you were a stranger no more. I felt like I knew you. I guess you were the friend I never had. After a while, we exchanged farewells and went on separate ways.
Now, I’m walking along the same path, but the faces are different - unfriendly and unfamiliar. I stopped; while everyone else went on with their everyday lives.

I smiled. I wanted to see that flame again.