An Evening of November

It was just another day in November
I had a mundane start and was hoping a similar end
Must I be imagining or was it an instant click
Our eyes met and the clock missed a tick

Ignoring for a while, that hovering gaze
I stationed myself to enjoy the phase
I could see him getting restless
But could not draw the strength
To find a suitable reason for to have a chat at length

Interesting antics yet no will to start
Acting to be busy, he thought was his art
Eager as I was, I had myself contained
Even though it looked too hard to be restrained

So I pretended to be focused and decided to wait
For the time that was perfect and accurate
But destiny as we say has something in store
Hence a common interest let our hearts pour
Words went flowing and weaving by itself
The time looked still and we forgot our self

As one was listening, the other went on
The day came to the closure demanding to move on
We had conversations and at that it was ethereal
Makes me still ponder if it was a dream or real !