Strangers

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