Fleeting Touch

In the crowded subway, the air thick and sweet,

a brush of their skin set my heart to retreat.

The bead of sweat traced a soft, tender line,

as our bodies swayed close, a blink in time.

Their scent lingered, warm like a sun-drenched day,

a ghost of connection that wouldn’t decay.

I caught myself smiling at a flicker, a spark,

a moment held tight in the cool of the dark.

Lost in the hum of the world rushing by,

my mind dances back to that shy, subtle sigh.

What if the brush was more than just chance?

What if this moment could lead to romance?