I choose a seat next to you

I sit down, elbow to elbow we touch.

I look forward…


The ebb and flow of the taxi decides our contact,

The warmth of your skin is welcomed in the harsh cold of the vehicle

It travels downward…


I clench my legs together and squeeze

We make eye contact in the mirror ahead

We stare, and you don’t move away.

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