I am me and you are you
There are too many people

to possibly love
too many to possibly live without

manners, although it takes
the joy of the marvel

of each other, every other
you meet, you and me

who is like us
The people next to me

on the train are talking
I hear their stories, luckily

I don't belong to them
I hope

They are so different, or even
worse: I am the same

We leave the marvel
unspoken, unseen