The Corner and I…

The corner and I, we met–
An intersection, an angled glance–
Our initial acquaintance
Little more than passing chance.

When past the line of strangers,
I thought to cordially invite
A sitting amid evening hours,
A meeting of lonely minds.

We spoke of things like silence,
The quiet chaos of sleeping tears,
Matters of arrhythmic hearts
And the aging of youthful fears.

My corner came as comfort–
A haven where pauses thrive.
It was upon this corner I leaned my head
And let myself survive.

C. Green