Familiar face among us
Prompts a second look
Is that? No, it can’t be.
The coffee queue silent
Shy glances to the side
But no one speaks.
A crowd of people
Standing around waiting
Stay-in or take-out.
I can’t believe it
I must be mistaken
Fame within close reach.
He takes-out and
Leaves, he walks away
I should have spoken.
We have to follow
To trace his footsteps
A second chance.
Eyes wide open
Searching, looking
For just a glimpse.
Luck is with us
Walking towards him
We meet at last