small talk

you came just in time
i was tired of waiting something
in fancy raindrops you shine
it's cloudy but the stars are glowing
as you walk towards me
the busy highway went deaf
street lights on wet streets
lighted your chiseled cheeks
with cars flashing on the road
we sat on this ordinary brown bench
you're an angel, i was not told
who flew me up from the deep trench
this store with glass walls
and lights of white reflect your grace
this feels better than crowded halls
blessed with dear's warmth in every pace
no pinky swears nor attached strings
i don't own you but you know me
this small talk gives big feelings
at 7-eleven on a rainy evening.#