John Nyman
Senior staff writer
Written entirely in lines from Craigslist missed connections
You’ve recently dyed your hair; on Tuesday
you were in my work
and had black hair, freckles, you sat
down right in front of me.
We took turns sneaking glances at
each other. We braced
ourselves and you gave me a smile,
paused, continued walking.
I’ve seen you a handful of times since
June, always downtown.
We waited for the streetcar at
Spadina and Queen last
night around past midnight.
You sat near the door.
I was wearing a black hat
and overcoat. You —
redhead, glasses, skinny jeans…
got off at Bloor subway.
I always sit across from you,
I’m not sure you’ve noticed.
We rode together on the streetcar today.
We glanced at each other
and got on. You were wearing a beige
knit zip up sweater
and carrying a blue foam mat.
We both got off at St. George
station, and as we were climbing up
the stairs you slightly touched
my hand. We looked at each other
briefly. I liked your smile.
