Quiet Stranger,

You’re not like me.
Your hair is golden
and your eyes are
light green-blue,
while I am brown and brown,

and in a crowd
your smiles are silent
and you hardly speak,
while I am louder than I’d like to be,
and I am not like you.

If I could sit with you alone,
perhaps your quietness
would trickle out,
and I could break
a piece of it, and take
that bit of you
with me.