The eternal dance with strangers fascinates me:
Movement around and mirrored,
Weaving through a crowd, a glance passed to and fro.
Words unspoken, worlds unmerged
But with the most miniscule of meetings.
Voice unheard yet smiles shared
Appreciation for the consideration when you step right
Allowing me to step left,
Unknowing where your step may lead
So many faces. So many lives
To me a fleeting encounter.
And yet I feel them all.