All humans have similar needs,
We all want to find love,
And we want life to be easier,
No matter the place it’s the same,

This youthful boy such a handsome boy,
He tells me he’s in love,
not with his words,
I do not know French,

Head gently rested against the metros wall,
Gorgeous eyes heavy with anxiety,
Hair combed back with a lite gel,
Lips neutral with intent for her,

I see your emotions,
Though I can speak your tongue,
I know how this boy feels,
I want to reach out to him, help him..

My gaze locks,
And he glances back with calling,
Yet we break eye contact fully,
Indefinitely for sure.

The worry of his face and longing on his heart,
I know his pain I have felt it too my friend with no name that is said,
But this moment is about you and you have my condolences boy,
I know you are going to see her now…

The metro comes to a halt and the boy leave shaking with anxiety now,
He looks to me for the final time,
He smiles knowing we had a conversation that lasted for months,
All in that moment across the metro in Paris, France