Not Strangers For Long

Hi, my name is Rooie,
and sometimes we meet someone new
when we’re not even looking.

He was just there —
small, sitting still,
like he already knew us.

We stopped.

Not because we had to.
Because we wanted to.

My friends got closer first.
I watched for a second.

Then I reached.

Careful at first.
Then not so careful.

And just like that,
he was ours —
or maybe we were his.

Because that’s the thing about us —
we don’t stay strangers for long.