noontime sonder

i

you're looking out the window on this lonely bus

what are you seeing?

you're tapping your feet and your fingers

what are you listening to?

you're lost in yourself and your skin is pink

what are you thinking?

as you leave i wonder if i've seen you before

your skin isn't as familiar as your sweater but 

i'm certain i have

but i'm still unsure.

how are you?

i ask without saying

although you have left me on this lonely bus

tapping my toes as i get lost in myself

so entirely.

how alike we are

two strangers who have never talked

and never heard the answers

to our many questions

like how i wondered

if you wondered about me, too.

but i ponder alone

because the doors close

and this lonely bus drives off.