I hope I will, too
There was a man in gray hoodies sitting next to me in the waiting room
One of his upper cheeks was pierced with a black piercing
His backpack pockets had a bunch of crinkled tissue in them
His eyes were glazed
His vibe eccentric and otherworldly
His body language chaotic, erratic, and anxious
Saying random stuff whenever he wanted to
Yet there was a sense of freedom to his energy
Nobody was talking in the waiting room
Everyone staring into their phones
To avoid looking at each other
Dead silence
A song was playing on the speaker
It must have been a playlist of 2000’s hits
He said to me, “I hope I wll fall in love again”
It was a part of the chorus lyric
I smiled at him and said “I hope I will, too.”