Search for Love

I hum to myself when the evening is near,
not music exactly just wanting to hear.
The streets are a blur, the crowd walks fast,
I look at their faces, but none of them last.

A light above the shop blinks once,
I stop for a moment, then keep on at once.
Sometimes a smile feels close, almost mine,
but it fades away before it can shine.

I wonder if love is a trick we play,
or something that happens in an ordinary day.
Maybe it waits at a table, a door,
maybe I have passed it a dozen times more.

It could be inside me, steady and small,
a voice that I don’t always hear at all.
One day it may rise, quiet but clear,
and feel like it’s been waiting here.