Strangers

Ria_1005

I sit by my window and watch,

I sit on the last bus and watch.

I notice how others walk and talk,

I try to guess their thoughts.

 

There’s a woman laughing on the phone,

Maybe in the morning she cried.

There’s an old man sitting still,

Maybe he can’t wait to get home.

 

There’s a teenage couple,

Maybe one finally confessed.

There’s a little puppy,

Maybe he’s waiting to be noticed.

 

There’s another girl, too,

Staring straight at me.

Maybe her day was a little better than fine,

Maybe she is thinking about mine.

 

 - Ria <3

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  • sorenbarrett

    Observations lead to wishful thinking in this write. Nicely done

  • Fränz Müller

    The imagery in this one is fantastic. Nicely done.

    • Ria_1005

      Thanks a lot!

    • Paul Bell

      Noticing the world go by is great.
      We all want to know what the others are thinking.

      • Ria_1005

        Yes I agree



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