Loneliness

I walked past the cars,
With hands in my pocket,
For it was cold that night,
Contemplating on memories I would rather forget,
But without which my life would be incomplete.

And then our eyes met.
She blushed,
I smiled,
But no words were spoken,
It was like instant bliss,
I thought I could stand there forever.

But she turned around,
And resumed talking and giggling with her friends,
She went her way,
And I went mine.

Niether a word was said, nor heard,
But we understood thousands,
Silence spoke for itself,
Life moved on as usual.