I wonder, sometimes
If there is an invisible thread
Between a thought
And who it is thought about
Within reason
I don’t expect Andre Benjamin
To suddenly wonder
“What’s up with this girl, Krista”
When I fantasize
But maybe he feels
That fantasy vibe
With some we know well
Those bonds are so clear
It’s like the thread lives in your ear
But others
Strangers
Have them, too
Tiny flashlight in the stadium
Otherwise dark
Or maybe full of other light too
But there is some sort of bond
I cannot explain
When someone thinks about you