The train zooms by, the wind moving my hair
I brush my fingers through my dirty blonde strands
The doors slam open
I’m anxious
People rushing out of the cars like ants to a crumb
Then he appears
His dark brown curls
His ocean blue button up to match his eyes
Everything stops when I see him look my way
We know who we are
We know exactly how long it has been
We also know we can’t touch
Not here, we have to’s unfair
But it’s the safe thing to do
I would love to run up to him, jump in his arms
Kiss him with everyone watching
But that’s not how it works
I must act like a stranger as to not draw attention
I must pretend not to love this man
Even though he’s the brightest light in my life
And for one reason only
Because I’m a man, like him

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