More and more I’ve noticed strangers approaching me
to start conversation on the bus
in the streets.
Is it in my eyes, I wonder ?
Do they speak the words my lips would only shout could they form the sounds ?
Every day it’s someone new,
every day a new story,
a new adventure.
I make a new friend for a time,
and we sit
and we chat
and we jest,
like old colleagues.
Maybe they’re looking for the same thing as I.
A kind word and a smile,
with a side of validation
an escape from feeling so lonely
even if for a little while.