Today a boy I met on the skytrain. We had a little skytrain romance. Before we parted he told me my boyfriend was very lucky because I am beautiful.
So I see you
and i’m not sure if you caught my eye
or I caught yours
but we keep meeting briefly
in the middle
and I have this urge to know why
to understand
to explain
but I don’t want to ask
I don’t want to break the perfect forcefield of dilated perfection between us
so I sit
and I make up stories that I know you
or you recognize me
or you love me
and then the more I think about it
the more familiar you look
and suddenly we aren’t perfect strangers anymore
we’re just perfect
reunited
or united
I can’t tell anymore
because the past and your unfamiliar face
has become a fantasy
today
was a beautiful day
your face
i love the way
was a beautiful day
a lovely perfect wonderful
beautiful day
I talked about writing this, and this PostSecret I saw about how sometimes people stare at people on the train because they are beautiful, and the wondering…. and I forgot to tell him he was beautiful. And inspiring. And polite. Oops.
Also, he did not mention that I am the lucky one : )