I just pulled my clean sheets
duvet cover
and pillow cases out from the dryer.
I will wrap myself in them
basking in their warmth,
the warmth I don't get to feel from a living thing,
before putting them in their specific places;
taking in the sweet scent of vanilla
each thread is coated in
instead of the scent of you.

My favourite kind of relationships
are the ones you will experience, on a rare occasion,
between yourself and a stranger
possibly at the subway station
maybe you will meet receiving a ticket
getting your phone fixed
by yourself on a picnic
and you connect with this stranger so deeply
for such a short period of time
you question if you knew each other in a past life
your souls oddly intertwine;
  you feel something so pure
so divine
and for those few moments, you learn something
from them
whether it be patience
or a new song
a new perspective
something right, something wrong
and just as quickly as they came,
they're gone.