Two, Whom It May Concern

I don't quite believe in love
not anymore
but
I'm waiting for someone to prove me wrong
I don't know who that person is
much less what she's like
but
maybe you're out there
and like me,
you're waiting for someone to prove you wrong

maybe you left the coffee shop
right before I turned around
after ordering my drink
maybe I passed your car
on my way to work
but never realized because
you were stuck in traffic
while I bullet through with my bike
maybe at the bookstore
you held the same book
I went in an hour later to get
maybe I got off the train
before you got on
maybe I transferred to a school
that you just left
maybe I called an elevator down
as you got off on a different floor
maybe I checked in a hotel room
and you were the one who stayed in it before me
maybe I've been
three steps behind you my whole life

maybe we're just two eggs in the same basket
two planets in the same solar system
hoping to find
something in this galaxy
that will look into our eyes
like we've never seen two of them
on the same face
and love parts of us
that no one claps for
and hold hands
like they were the only pair
we've ever seen in our lives
because they feel like
every single place
we've called home

to whom it may concern,
Dear whoever you are,
on the day we finally meet
I imagine,
your smile will be so sweet
it'll attract honey bees
your voice will sound like
the metaphors I can't create
and all the poems I've been
trying to write down for years
and we will fall into each other
like two stars that are tired of the sky