73: I Saw

So he looked like he was staring at me,
glancing at my general direction. And I loved
that feeling secretly, personal and biased.
Uncertain but hopeful, imaginary.
Songs were floating out to our ears
but you were the source of it all
and feeling so close to those rails,
never having conceived it all before.

It was nice to pretend that I was the only one there,
I didn't even look behind.
Make me smile
and play those sounds
for a simple thanks
from me to you.