Missed Connection | We Locked Eyes On The L Train

We were both on the L train in Union Square with the intention of heading East, but were stagnant due to train traffic. I noticed you first. Beautiful brown skin and dark hair, a warm smile and a tattoo on your right arm, words of some sort. I imagined myself tracing each line with my fingers while you explained it to me. I let myself get lost in the moment, just right there. Fingers upon skin.

I had come from the gym, messy long brown hair and a black leather jacket. I was reading a book with a yellow cover, getting lost in a collection of essays between glances in your direction. When you noticed me, our eyes locked and I looked away. Goddamn you’re handsome, and with a story to tell I bet. Your friend wanted you both to leave, to walk to your destination I’d assume, and you looked back at me again as you were exiting. We both smiled and our eyes attempted to say so much. You looked back at me again, one last time, through the train window and then you were gone. The train still sat but I was displaced. What was that?

I kept imagining you coming back, reaching over the crowd of strap hangers, and handing me a folded up note with your name and a number. And then I was imagining myself deliberating for exactly 5 minutes over exactly what to say before finally uttering “hi. where can we meet?”I’m sending these thoughts out into the ether before the image of you fades from my mind.

Hi. Where can we meet?

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