Heart Attack

A friendly gesture that means too much to you.

Rocking in my chair,
facing the other way
so many people out there!
from the window I see.
out of deepest blue
two hands linked together
splayed across my chest --
covered in winter sweater.

The feeling resembling
warm, not hot, chocolate
slipping down my neck,
black jeans, and boots.
with the happiest smile
he touches my cheek
three times. air escapes
from me in a gasp.

My nostrils dived right into
his smell. something like
strong hospital scent..
what's it for me, to know?
a friend is always a friend
sometimes even a stranger,
never more. i'll keep gazing
from the dirty window.