Your sleeve gently brushes mine
we are in a crowd-
a train station, I believe.

Our eyes both shoot upward,
to the face of the passerby we happened to interact with,
and it is then that I feel a deep sensation
like the tide rushing up on the shore of my heart.

Everything falls silent,
and then that phrase plays in my head.
Words so tenderly sung with bitter intentions,
"do you feel?"

For the first time,
yes,
I felt.
I felt more than I could ever imagine feeling.
Every secret of the world entered my mind,
and every feeling I had felt flooded down my face through tears.

"Do you feel?"



"More than ever before."