She could have been my soulmate.
We could have sketched together
or walked until our feet were sore
and kept walking because walking
makes me more relaxed
and surprisingly more honest.
She could have been a friend
who knew to text rather than call
and knew that sometimes I need
to be dragged out of my comfort zone
and sometimes I need my solitude.
She could have been a sister
who swapped stories and clothes with me
and held my hand when I was scared.
She could have been a stranger
but she kept looking over at me
and I looked back when she looked away.
It was our game.
She left me with two men talking
in another language.
If I were her, I wouldn’t have looked back either.