She wore a black dress, looked elegant,
And carried herself so well;
Some raised eyebrows and some whispered,
I was left totally curious about her.
Her voice was soft but melancholic,
Responded casually to the shopkeeper,
As I watched her fumble into her purse,
Her eyes were void of emotions.
Another day, I saw her in a different black dress,
Beautiful was she but with a long stare,
May be a sad past or a present misery,
For my heart skipped a beat.
I gathered my strength to talk,
But her diamond ring distracted me.
That moment she saw me, but her thoughts were too far,
So, I said to myself, “may be next time”.