There are hundreds of people
I pass every day
they all have a name, a life, a place.
I sit amoung them, half asleep
on the 5 to 8 train -
they all seem the same.

So, isn't it a wonder
that he should stumble into my world
out of all those strangers
who come in and out of my timeline each day.

Isn't it fortunate
how so many aspects of him are like me.
I could go on caring for him
when the moon falls from the sky
and no one can sleep anymore
because of the constant daylight.

I will be there for him when the universe
turns its back and he is left
searching for somewhere
he can spill his guts.
I'm that secret place he can go
whenever tragedy occurs.