From the corner of my eye,
I saw blue.
The color molded into the shape of a classic car,
Bright and vintage,
And my eyes flicked to the driver.
In that solitary second,
I saw burnished skin,
Smile lines set in a weathered face,
A brown cigarette dangling precariously
In the corner of a bored mouth.
I turned up my music for motivation
And dared to glance again.
This time we immediately locked eyes
And he half-smiled
And I burned for him
Suddenly and completely,
Passionately and irrationally.
I drove straight on while he
Blue car disappearing.