I fell in love with a stranger in a bathroom line.
It’s stupid if you think about it;
I didn’t at the time.
Instead, I memorized the way he smiled
to the horn-rimmed hipster by his side,
who offered meek first date grins and sharp-witted replies.
I lost my mind in his mahogany mane,
tinged with crimson; tied, but never tame.
And in my head,
in the empty space that remained,
he became “Aleksander” because I never asked his name.