Missed connections, or, an ode to Chapel Hill Transit

I think sometimes
(often)
of a man
(you)
and of me
(us)
of us
(together)
but—

it is a fantasy
and a dream
and we shall part
and you will never know
that one afternoon
I dreamed of us
as we sat
two rows apart
on the j bus

written May 7, 2018