The Chance Encounter

It was a nothing
Of a town
Nestled in the hills
Of Wyoming
Somewhere
Along US 80.
I had stopped for gas
A bite to eat,
And to stretch my legs
When I saw you.
You were a local girl
Working the register,
And I was just
A road weary traveler,
But the moment
Our eyes met,
A fire was ignited
That could easily
Have burnt
The whole place down.
I knew if I had
Said anything,
You would have
Run off with me,
And if you had
Said anything,
I would have stayed,
But neither of us
Said a thing,
And I left
And dreamed about you
For the next thousand miles.