His eyes captured mine on the subway-train.
They felt knowing; telling, yet held a certain pain.
I looked at him, not even knowing his name,
yet his soul seem one in which I was ingraved.

Our eyes danced back and forth, a rhythmic flow,  
communicating words no one will ever know.
Swirling hymns life can't equate.
The train was coming and I'd now be late.

My eyes lingered on his, grasping hold a final taste.
He walked over closer to my fate.
Maybe he was getting on the same one as me.
Maybe this was our destiney.

The train came, quickly sobering my fantasy.
I rushed on, not abandoning
the hope that he might too.
We hope don't we, that's all we'll do.

He got on a different train.