You stand on the bridge,
Contemplating the water.
I don't have to tell you this,
You already know.
You look out.
I don't know
If you're looking at the river
or at the bridge
that's halfway
through construction
or maybe,
you're just looking.
I do that sometimes.
My friends
will ask
why I'm staring at them
when really,
I'm just letting the world
go blank.
I think
that that's what you were doing
but I'll never know.
I'd love to talk
to you
but
It's more fun
to fantasize
about everything
that you could have been thinking.
What if
you're really smart,
and I'm the first person to ever realize?
Or maybe,
you're waiting
and the person
who's coming
is going to change your life.
You could be an artist
a writer,
whatever
I want you
to be.
Comments
This is the beauty of people-watching, isn't it? I loved this for that reason: You saw the possibilities, the many lives of this stranger... I almost wished you had taken it further, ran with one of those lives and personalities, but I realized describing a fully fleshed-out character is not what this poem is meant to convey!
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