The Touch

Hundreds of people,

Strolling in the street,

Walking with me,

And away from me,

The lights, sparkling everywhere,

The music from the speakers,

Vibrating through our bodies,

Men dressed like women,

Women dressed like Gods,

Putting on a good show,

For the spectators,

As you walk, you could breathe,

The different aromas of food,

Yet all this failed to distract me,

From the deep hidden secret memory,

From a crowd like this,

A touch,

That touch from a stranger,

Is what I remember,

Every time in a crowd.