I used to love people watching,
We used to I guess.
Finding strangers and making up their stories.
Reading their body language
And every ****** expression to make our conclusions.
We’d laugh at some of the wild things we came up with,
And we’d feel guilty about some of the others,
Wishing that we could help these people.
If we were right about them.

I went to our spot yesterday,
Looked at each person for entirely too long.
Trying to observe,
To find the stories I enjoyed so much.
I guess doing it alone is different,
I guess it’s not the same without you.
I realized then that my own story is missing pieces.
Because every time I tried to read them,
All I could think of was our story.

-YB