One step away from
The train you missed,
Two carriages close to
The face you kissed
And never glanced again:
We are crossing paths
Accidental syntax
We are sewn together
One needle
Threading days
Through the paper sky,
You and I,
Are tripping over
Shedded skin,
(Another trail),
Spraying paint
To set ideas asail
On the open shore.
In awe of the destinations,
Our chance relations;
A stranger’s touch
That felt so much
Like poetry
On a crowded platform.
We are the freeform verse;
The coursing lines
That intertwine like vines,
The passing tracks.