Two

That stranger who catches your eye...

So strange to think
we are two strangers on a street
when our lives have so much in common. 

No, I don’t know your name
or where you were born
or who gave you the scars on your shoulder.

I don’t know your age.
I don’t know your brothers.
I have never met your mother. 
I can’t guess your favorite color.

But I know that you are next to me,
not five feet away,
and that you smile back at me
if I dare to smile first. 

I know that your eyes
hold countless stories,
and that the marks on your hands
say how you have traveled so far.

I know this is your city,
just as it is mine.
I know our hearts are beating
at very similar frequencies. 

If I were braver, I would ask you your name
and open your mystery like a fresh new book,
look away from your reflection
and into your face. 

But you and I have nothing in common.
We are two strangers on a street,
just going our own ways. 

Reviews

[Cassi M.]

I love this poem. It is so relatible, everyone has that person that they don't know but they see all the time. Very well written.