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.