A passing stranger on a train,
whose face seems to stick in your mind.
Blonde, with eyes that told a story.
Exactly what story remains unknown,
probably never to be discovered.
A single moment captured.
Can that ever be enough?
One's life story shared at a glance.
For once, you do not see your own life
flash before your eyes,
but that of another.
A life that could have been,
one that you created.
Blowing out the candles of a birthday cake
outside in the afternoon sun as a child,
running in a field of green with her first love.
It is never enough.
To truly understand,
you must become one.
All your memories,
all your faults,
That blonde woman on the train
Perched atop the ledge of a 22-story building.
On the local news.
An orchestra of "don't jump"
Rings out from the street below.
Certain death awaits,
Wind rushes up from below, and all become