With a glance you looked at him from afar.
He was buying tickets to the train and was counting change
and you gaze at him momentarily, at his busy eyes
seemingly ignored, seemingly ordinary
but at that time you understood what was magical about him
And even though you watch him talk quietly with one,
aware that you will never come as close,
and even as you bitterly heard his song for another,
hurt by the fact that it wasn't you,
you are reminded of that picture.
Of him counting change in the booth
so near, yet oh-so far, so painfully beautiful
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