sometimes
strangers
fascinate me.
I find myself
distracted
by them.
I find myself daydreaming
and imagining
who they are.
what are their stories?
that young man
over there
sitting alone at the coffee shop —
he’s studying, cramming
for his next exam,
living from paycheck
to paycheck. waiting,
waiting for the day when he will
finally
let go of his fear and
chase his dreams.
that young woman
over there
sitting alone on the other side
of the coffee shop —
she’s reading, trying
to lose herself in a novel,
to forget about the pain.
she’s confused and scared
and lonely, but she will be
the last person
to admit it.
and sometimes
I wonder
what would happen
if they both looked up
at the same time
and their eyes met
just once.
