I fall in love with strangers all the time.
Our eyes don’t even meet,
is that normal?
I pay no mind.
They tend to books and phones and antsy children,
while I drift to all the could-bes, would-bes, whens, and shouldn’ts.
The train car is a lullaby that calms all the fear,
of my gaze being caught, my intentions made clear.
While you’re out there searching, you can feel so alone,
‘til locking eyes with a stranger, feeling like you’re home.