If I were in love
I would write pages

He would never be
Unsure of my affection

He would know my
Every intention

He would know it by the way I
Caress his hair

By the way, I hold him tight
Keeping him in my warm embrace

He would never wonder if he were loved

That would be if I were in love

But im not, and he remains the stranger on the train I never take


© - d.b.