for a few moments someone held my hand in a crowded bus never saw his face i got out of the bus i had reached my station he remained in or stepped out too i don’t know never met him before never to meet him again never to feel again his hand on mine never to know who he was never to recognize him out of that crowd just to hold someone’s hand into the crowd nothing more than that and then to forever part never exactly knowing what it was all about wondering if it was real maybe it was just the crowded bus which placed his hand on mine but then there comes a firmer hold which before getting any bold i have to leave to get out of the bus hey stranger on the bus how could i just leave the feeling gently pass never looking back?... to have no image of you only the feeling of your hand holding mine?
I like it: looking for meaning in a seemingly random experience. Maybe it's random: then again, maybe it could change your whole life.
on the one hand, it's kinda creepy, thinking some strange person is holding your hand. You don't know where those people have been! haha, kidding. I like the spin you put on it though, wondering about this brief connection you had just going about your life.
i liked it, i can relate to it, its like when you see somebody and you dont talk, but then you just think what could of happaned outta that, would it change my life? great poem sis
I think it lacks a bit of depth. I think the occassion could be an opportunity for a poem but your wording was a little too simplified in my opinion.
Such an experience is superficial in itself. Short too. Before you can realize, it's over. There's really nothing more to be said about it.
