Every day I fall in love with strangers
Our one second, once chance meeting
Becomes a beautiful story.
Most end with tragedy
The sorrow beginning
When I inevitably never see them again
But the story is perfect all the same.
The boy in the blue tshirt
Sat across me on the bus
Becomes my troubled protagonist
He's flawed but perfect all the same
Our paths won't cross again
But wasn't our tale magical
While it lasted?