Universally Speaking

Then stranger left and I had never felt so alone and so complete in a single moment. We met them an hour away from the California state line. Two brunettes, from Miami or New York, or someplace I didn't want to remember because it wasn't significant. I was fighting a losing battle.They were lost and I didn't care.
But stranger couldn't ignore the blatant truth of numbers. He said he had exploited the west enough, he needed a change in air.
I didn't care because he was the silent glance from across the room that hardly ever gets acted upon and the fact it had happened was good enough.
I kept his flannel shirt because it was comfortable not because it held sentimental value.
I'm sure I'll never see him again.
And I tried to think back to a time when I believed in love but for once my memory drew a blank. In the end we only have ourselves to blame.

Before long strangers become names and faces that transform into feelings. Before long these feelings run away, crossing borders, disappering before they are even recogonized. Then we meet new strangers who teach us things we wish we never knew.

I waited at the bus stop for the future. I didn't exactly care where I was going as long as it wasn't where I had been.
I waited for the other lost souls whose fate was changed by a bus ride and a bus stop where a stranger sat.
The music kept me sane.