A casual Hi, the send button and a strange ground
Is the playing ground,
for endless possibilities
if you ain’t proud
to accept an extended hand as a sign of true nobility.
She did accept his greetings,
Warmly enough but as careful as a stranger would,
to protect her feelings
She played it cool,
He faked being timid
And said “its cool, embrace those feelings”.
They talked for long, not face to face
But faced with fate, the strangers met on a social post
The dangers growled but all caution’s lost
to a fan who grew into something more,
and a writer who knew what magic was.
Bound by the need to demystify each other
and the need to feel, seemed rather
like the fuel needed
to keep their new given
connection before the two leaving
and the soon bidding departure.
The sun was setting on them
She had to leave, he had to leave
They were both glad to have made a new friend.
So he’s laying on his bed afterwards
And remembered he dint even tell her his name.