I owe you.

You are a stranger until I know you. Until I know you 

I owe you nothing at all, not a glance or word or 

feeling of any shape or kind. 

But strangely enough, the moment you open your mouth, 

sit across from me, point out something I've missed- all of a sudden you've become a person-

like myself. like him and like her. 

And you're longer just anyone, 

but quite immediately someone I know

someone I've acknowledged

well both of us, actually, mutually.

So the next time I see you, bump into you 

on a long ride home on the train

in a random corridor of some building

I owe you. 

I owe you at the least a pause before I take a 

few more quick steps. 

And I suppose you owe me that too. 

Reviews

[The Twin Arenas]

this kind of made me anxious, for some reason. it's good, though. debt freaks me out.

[Captain Rilen]

Lovely, I completely understand the sentiment. You're a good writer :)