we met on a subway
or a train
possibly in the middle of the day
with you resting on my brain
i can't quite remember
but in a sense it's all the same
you were there
standing sitting dreaming drinking
i was here
moving walking talking potentially stalking
some form of life i had at one point
but seem to have misplaced along the way
think i left it as a bread crumb
to come back to
hansel and gretel style
but let's go back
back to you
back to me
meeting somewhere at some place
and sharing some moment in each other's lives
sharing the aftertaste of a hard day's work
and too much coffee with too little time
to sit down and enjoy it
you looked like him
maybe i looked like her
we passed each other
doubled back
looked back
but somehow didn't make it back
what was that all about
why didn't we try
why couldn't we just have lied
to the world perhaps
to the blurry stars in the sleepy sky
just trying to make it all come true
for the lonely wanderers
in all of us

- found this among my drafts, read it over and thought i'd post it.