That Time

Looking through the glass
the world speeds past.

Sometimes
my eyes barely catch a glimpse,

but I know
nothing is the same.

 

There is a man;
a scream follows him as he passes by.

I watch him.
I see his face.

He turns and
blows a kiss at a stranger

who smiles even after he
disappears.

I follow, trapped behind glass,
a smile gracing my lips.

We are not strangers anymore.

- SJM -