A withered flower blooms again, like the flicker of a dying light. A deep longing held within the embrace of shadows. He, unaware of my heart. A divide of time. I return the gaze, silent, wordless. I meet him, in the glow of a train’s light. In a fleeting moment, my eyes fixate on his figure a meeting I never wished for, an accidental encounter, an unexpected crossing. My mind cannot stop thinking of him. — A.F