Oslo, In Passing
Her AirPods in, she brushed by me. Wait, I knew that girl.
Laughing students seeking shelter in the park.
A boy studying diligently at the library.
Distant stadium concert playing Don’t Stop Believin’.
A drunk girl in a pink cowboy hat, eating salad over a recycling bin, greeted me.
She seemed distraught. We were the only two on the street. I could have stopped her.
I could have been under the oak, laughing in the rain.
I could have been studying next to him, in dim lighting.
Salad dressing on her coat.
I could have greeted her back.