Far From Poland

Several times I saw him, before I noticed him. His eyes are like christmas and his smile makes a difference within my core. Perhaps continents divide the small area of space we inhabit, but there is more, under the skin, muscle aches and memories. He sees me and knows I'm more intrique than trouble. I am a deep well of compassion. I want to show him. If the world cracked and crumbled before, it could happen once again between our two silent needs... and then, we'd match. In deed, we would match.