Friendship at First and Last Sight: A Poem
One day I saw a stranger who could be my friend
in one of those weird moments surreal or what
my fancy going busy with good times we might spend
somewhat confused but O.K. with that feeling in my gut.
Then our eyes met by accident, not in a stare
and in that brief moment we told our story
something like in a duet of the same song to share
with no heroics, epics, or life success glory.
There are these crazy times when telepathy looks real
with us somehow knowing what someone will next do
as if tuned into what they may think and feel
and that's what was happening to me out of blue.
A little tic on his face that could have been a smile
made me self-conscious as if I had said too much
with him just listening attentively all the while
and those thinking eyes staying close in touch.
And then the bus stopped. Just before he disappeared
he gave me a quick friendly look with which my story ends
leaving me with feelings no matter how true or weird
how I just got more going with a stranger than with some past friends.