Lonely corridor, interrupted sunlight,
Lonely girl, something troubling me inside.
I looked up and saw a stranger's face,
Mr. Foreigner smiling as though a best friend.
My heart did a round-off back hand spring,
My lips turned upwards into a smile.
Unfamiliar yet familiar he felt when he said 'Hey',
Mr. Foreigner didn't realize he just made my day.
Living in an age of calculated actions,
Pros and cons prevent acting on impulses.
Not saying 'hi' suddenly being in fashion,
Mr. Foreigner lifted a troubled girl's spirits.
I don't know who and from where he was,
As easily he disappeared as he had come.
In a five second long rendez-vous,
Mr. Foreigner I almost fell for you.
