Lovely strangers
Missed Connections in Brooklyn
I watch you quietly on the train.
You, you, and you.
You are so attractive and all I can do is watch because in just a moment,
a minute,
you will be gone out of my life (probably) forever.
Who knows who you are.
You are there on the train – quiet and (sometimes) watchful too.
A thousand missed connections every day.
NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:
I love so many of the Brooklyn, “strangers on a train” missed connections. When you consider the sheer number of people urban dwellers pass by each day – without as much as a glance, a consideration, or a thought – it very well could number a thousand. Circumstances bring us together at a particular time in a particular place but establishing a connection rests with the individual.