thousands of people
way down below
wandering to and fro.
tireless people
no time to lose
crowding the avenues and parks
on their marks
racing fast
quite a cast.
millions of people.
pick any two.
they could be just like
you and me
used to be
way back when
strangers
then...
i turned the corner
and there you stood
your smile like home to me.
your heart
familiar.
no use pretending.
not that i could.
i turned the corner
when i met you.
or i could just be, y'know, asexual. whichever comes first.
ps - someone shoot me before i have a chance to make another poorly titled el-jay cut.