I saw you coming,
walking my direction
with your brown hair
and those glasses.
Our eyes locked
just for a second
before we looked away,
walking on.
Passing each other wordlessly.
And you didn't look back.
And I didn't look back.
Tomorrow it will happen again,
like it does every day.
We will pass again,
wordlessly,
wishing we were brave enough
to change
that
second.

