Dear man walking past my bench at 12:45 AM,

In passing I've decided to love you.
Though short was our acquaintance; I love you all the same.

I love you for being out as early as I,
and for that fast walk that says
you're a determined man and you plan to get where you're going.
They way you don't look at your feet because you're certain of every step,
although the shoelace on your right foot is untied, I love you.

I love you for the flawless bodily image that is you,
but also for all the flaws I cannot see.
And for the maroon sweatshirt you are wearing,
even in variation - real men wear pink.

The biggest reason for my love is
when you walked by, you didn't even look up at me.
Because whereas I'll remember you each day our paths don't cross,
I won't even be a face you mind conjures up in its dreams.
Distance is the best remedy for unrequited love,
and though your love I hold dear,
it would kill me with its depth

-The girl you walked past on the bench at 12:45 AM