by: Ksenia Arkhangelski
I don’t know who you are,
I don’t why you’re on the bus.
Maybe, like me, you crashed your car?
I don’t know what you’re thinking
As I sniffle next to you,
My heart like Titanic splitting, sinking.
I don’t know how your life’s been
You’ve no doubt shed more deserved tears
Than the silly ones dripping from my chin.
I don’t know your next destination,
Nor the worries fogging your mind,
Nor what gives you joy or frustration.
Still, I remember you, just for that time
When you told me it’ll be okay.
Your kindness inspired this rhyme.