I let strangers remain strangers
Our conversation limited only by our eyes
For a second they hold the future
but only to break away as we see somewhere else

How many potential losses sacrificed
How many potential lovers avoided
How many stories remained uncovered
How many conversations silenced

We return to our groups
Some bored by their company
Some relishing theirs by the minute
I look back at my notebook
and my pen writes a fiction along the lines of
once upon a time