08/30/2026
this morning, they were strangers.
two people waking up in the same city, getting dressed in different rooms, wondering if they should even go.
she almost canceled.
he picked a coffee shop close to work, just in case he needed an excuse to leave.
and then they started talking.
about old bookstores.
live music.
poetry.
all the little things you don’t expect a stranger to understand.
coffee became hours.
hours became wandering through the city.
and somehow, by the afternoon, they were sitting across from me, asking me to write a poem about finding love in new york.
i kept thinking about how strange love is.
how someone can exist in the same city as you for years, walking different streets, missing the same trains, looking for something they don’t even know has a name.
until one ordinary morning,
you meet.
and suddenly the city feels a little smaller.
maybe love doesn’t always arrive with certainty.
sometimes it begins with two nervous people who almost didn’t show up.
and one small decision to stay. 💛💛💛
