One Epochal Noon : A Poem

A frission of excitement
on an insipid noon

An utterance
rendered indistinct
by cacophony of motors
while our eyes locked
from several yards
as the traffic light
turned red.

A knowing smirk
was all I could fathom
on his rugged face
as I ventured a smile
in sheepish concession

An assured disregard
was all he allowed me.

Even obscure flora
basked in his attention
as l approached
with forced nonchalance.

A fleeting glance
was all he bestowed
with detached eyes
as his departure
tore at me
with ruthless agony

A lifetime of torment
on an epochal pavement.