Hello, stranger

There is no reason why
You should put up with this,
But you do, and you've moved
To my city since;
Stolen my home address
In clear conscience; sworn
An oath of secrecy; insisted
Upon a wide-eyed encounter
On a random train
Travelling faster than
Thursday afternoon—far,
Far away from home, where
It is only polite to stare
And presume.

Dale Chou
2013-06-06