I looked out the window

To that platform of people

I found a guy and a girl

Both with glasses, one with curls

They kissed and they cried

On that platform of people

They held each other tight

From this I gathered they were saying goodbye

I clocked another couple

In that platform of people

The lady was a foot shorter than the lad

He was gone before he walked away, and that made her sad

She clung to his waist

Atop that platform of people

He leaned down to kiss her forehead

Not a word spoken, a lot left unsaid

I discovered another duo

Amidst that platform of people

Their embrace included a third

A child old enough to string together some words

I saw them play

On that platform of people

Their smiles were bittersweet

Because bidding farewell is no easy feat

I went back to the first

In that platform of people

She’d removed her glasses so they could kiss some more

Then they walked hand in hand to the train door

I almost cried

Above that platform of people

They’re unaware—those humans subject to my stare

That my particular strain of people watching points towards pairs

My train left

From that platform of people

Without further context, I wish them the best

Hoping their love would pass if time were a test