I met nice girl on the subway today.
We had one of those movie moments
as the train stopped and we both reached out
grazed hands on the railing,
glanced at each other and smiled awkwardly
apologized for the human contact.
It’s strange not to have a movie-like romance
after a moment like that.
Yet we didn’t say a word to each other.
Maybe thats a part of it
The mystery and common feelings
That we were both waiting and wondering about the other.
Because what if we had talked
Gotten disappointed as we got to know each other.
One of us was happy, in a relationship, very successful
While the other was looking for love.
For that fictional movie romance
Of how he met the love of his life on the subway.