My hands over handles and the studded upholstery
Reflective and cold as the strangers come close to me

Swaying like passengers stood on a boat
I'm fleetingly heartened by the accents I know

Picking them out of the bullying crowds
We're hurrying past unfamiliar towns

The streetcorners, bridges and shops that they know
Serenely suffused by a summery glow

The picturesque places they lazily go,
like postcards or paintings delivered back home

I'm rolling on by their entire other lives
Their lot on my mind and to them unbeknownst

Like a rousing of wind which as suddenly goes
For a moment we had almost been close

Speaking in two different languages,
we found a way to understand each other,
through music,
through the universal language of smiles.

We found ourselves
rising higher in love;
higher than with those
speaking our mother tongue.

...And this time
She didn't want him to fix her situation
She only needed him to listen carefully
To understand her feelings & emotions
without him trying to offer any solution

But his brain was like a search engine
Busy scanning and searching for answers
Thus, failing to make an emotional connection.

*******... She reached for the door
But he was wise enough to not let her go
Then he asked where he had gone wrong
With tears in her eyes, she said...
Empathy means more to her than a quick fix

And he totally agreed that he had flawed
He then listened intently to her, knodding
his head as she poured out her heart
And that night ended with a warmly hug
That's all she desired & she slept with a smile.