I wonder what you saw
In that first look
When our eyes met
Maybe our shared loneliness
Urged you to approach
Like you already knew my secrets.
Late nights spent watching old movies of femme fatales and heroes
The sounds of pretty poems and old guitars filling our air instead of words from a thousand unknowns
Staring longingly at ***** lovers on silent trains
Feeling empty in our bellies as we walk home
Alone
To empty beds
Yet our minds are filled with plenty of thoughts to keep us fed
Falling asleep dreaming of the day
Where a you might meet a me.