you're in boston.

i could bet the seats were cold when you sat on them,
i bet you felt kind of awkward as someones glance kept coming your way,
i bet you looked, and then looked away.
probably several times.
i bet you spent most of the time looking at your hands, and moving your feet.
i bet you laughed with your teeth out,
i bet you're looking out the window.
i bet that there is snow.
maybe your hearts bursting, and longing.
maybe like mine is right now.

but heres the twist, what if..
you were sitting there, waiting in the station
and I walked on.
what if you never even knew me, at all.
what if someone so perfect for me was really
just on the bus, close by?
what if.. i just sat right next to you..
and put my hand on your leg, and smiled at you?
you would smile back, and you'd look at me
in the way i don't know, but can only imagine.
then i'd kiss you.
we'd be happy.
its not like this really, but i know when you get home
whether i'm next to you or not, we're watching the
squid and the whale.

it doesn't change the fact that i feel like i've met you a thousand and a 1/2
times over again. all in different ways, i guess with each life i live and die,
there's always a you.. coming into the picture.
its kind of fascinating, don't you think?

..and we'd be happy.