Next day there's no gaze, -----.
We never met except our irises
I caught like butterflies in some
Cosmic net of sorts. Watchers.
That bus stop holds something
Now you might not even know
It holds Momentary weight.
Maybe the road crushed under
The weight of locked windows.
Stained glass cracks though,
you and I are ----- so here's
A 'nice to have seen you so
Many times' I hope you -----.