I have desolate, jarring
thoughts about my future
Tonight, I saw your bare left ring finger,
and I felt hopeful.
Not because of our shared loneliness, but
because of the way your eyes lit up at
the little kid laughing across the aisle.
You reminded me of a boy
I thought I loved in high school.
Your cheeks blushed just like his.
We got off at the same stop.
You were the first person to walk far
enough behind me to make me
feel safe, yet close enough behind me
to make me feel safe.
And I want to thank you
for making me realize that
crawling into an empty bed at night
will not always be the end to my days.