You opened the door for me,
Your white uniform was covered with soot,
A gift given by the large city,
A place that you called home! 

Your skin was wrinkled,
They had so many stories folded into them,
I wanted to know,
But was too scared.
What if you did not want to talk about your life,
Did not want to know about mine!

- We sat in the car.

Soon  half the journey was over.
I saw your dry, wrinkled hands still grasping the steering wheel,
Your eyes, concentrating on the long road ahead,
Your tired body on the hard seat,
And your dreams in your head! 

So many times I opened my mouth to ask,
If you wanted some water or a snack,
But I never had the courage,
As I did not know how you would react.
So I kept quiet,
As you drove,
From one destination to another,
To bring me home!

As I neared my city,
I knew I had to know,
About the stories hidden in the folds.
Soon my curiosity got the better of me,
No other way, I could now see,
And so I began to question you,
About your life now 
And the world you knew!

You seemed so happy to talk about them,
About your family and your friends,
You also wanted to know about me,
In your eyes,
Curiosity I could see!

Soon we neared my home,
And I saw you were sad,
As our conversations would stop,
As we said our goodbyes.
We knew that this would be the end,
- but somehow that day two strangers had become friends!