Opposing Road's

Distance unaware of existence unheard of our paths parallel never to converge and yet for a moment they cross just once just now a glimpse of you rushing past red like streetlights ill try to hold on

your red hair your scarred hands your gleaming eyes that loom behind your glasses ill try to hold on to that glimpse that graced my path although in the end distance is a force I cannot compel as I am now aware your existence now a memory within my head our paths ill hope that they cross once more.