People go about their lives

Walking

Sitting

Talking

I find it hard to romanticise

When I don't even know them

No feelings attached

May as well be a one-night stand

A quick 'sorry'

When you bump shoulders

But otherwise

No chat

Maybe if you're lucky

We may even hold eye contact

But a stranger can become a lover

From out of the blue

Until it ends quicker than planned

And you hadn't wanted it to

Then the lover becomes a stranger

With nothing you can do

You barely recognise them

& they feel the same way about you too...